Page 112 of Wicked Dreams

I frown. “I’ve been hurt worse.”

“This is self-inflicted,” she argues. “Maybeyou’rethe self-destructing one.”

The truth of it cuts deep. Except she seems new to the self-destruction phase, and I’ve lived here for a while. Hockey holds me together, but that’s about it.

I thought I was better at hiding it.

Luckily, we arrive at my vehicle. The matte black Audi stands out, even in the dark. It doesn’t glint in the garish overhead streetlight.

“Are you going to puke in my car?” I set her on her feet.

“No.” She crosses her arms, the picture of indignant, but uncrosses them a minute later so she doesn’t topple over. Her balance isgone.

I stifle a laugh. “No puking allowed. If you do…”

She leans on my car door. “You’ll what? Spank me?” Her expression is… mischievous?

I frame her in and smirk at her, while she seems to consider her own scenario.

“Earth to Margo.”

Her gaze finds mine.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I trace up her sides, taking the hem of her shirt up, too. I’ve been dying to touch her, and these sparks between us aren’t enough to satiate me. “A little pain with your pleasure? Does it turn you on?”

“I—”

I slide my hand into her pants, cupping her pussy. My fingers find her hot and wet, and my dick leaps to attention. It wants to be inside her. My own alcohol consumption doesn’t help my self-control.

“Soaked,” I tell her. “How drunk are you?”

She makes a face. “There are two of you.”

Well, fuck. I might get off on her fear, but I can’t take full advantage of a drunk girl. That feels… wrong. I pull my hand out, making sure her pants are buttoned, then shift her aside to open the door for her. “Get in. Before I do something I shouldn’t.”

She just lifts her chin and smiles.

Turns out… doing something I shouldn’t means kissing her in the driveway. I don’t know how it happens, but one minute we’re staring at each other, and the next, our lips are sealed together. My body begs for more of her. I lift her and slip my hand into her pants again. Doing something I shouldn’t means thrusting my fingers inside her until she moans against my lips.

I need more. Her mouth, hands, pussy—I’m hot with the urge to fuck her. In public. Against my car, where anyone can see.

That would be the ultimate claiming, wouldn’t it?

Finally, I pull back. “You’re drunk, baby. I’m not a good enough guy to tell you no.”

“Then don’t.”

Outside of our bubble, the world could be exploding for all I care.

I nip her throat.

“Caleb.” She wraps her arms around my neck and draws me closer.

No. I really can’t.

I practically toss her into her seat while she glares at me.

A thrill chases under my skin. “Don’t worry, Margo. This is the only time I’ll tell you no.”

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