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I can’t bring myself to respond, too lost in the heady pleasure that’s coursing through me, and the way that it feels when he starts rolling his hips in earnest. Each thrust knocks the air out of me. It’s different than our first time. Kurt doesn’t need to treat me like cracked glass now that I’m not recovering from my injuries.

He can fuck me like he wants to—a hard, steady pace that has the sound of our sex echoing off the bathroom walls. I have the brief, silly thought that I hope the walls here are solid enough to be at least mostly soundproofed, and then the only thing that I can actually focus on is the way that it feels to have him fucking me.

Forget about leaving at midnight. This is the best dinner date I’ve ever had.

Chapter nineteen

Kurt

Ican’tkeepmyhands off her.

The bathroom wasn’t enough. I want to see her spread out for me. I want to show her how good I can really make her feel.

We leave the bathroom in shifts. I duck out of it first, giving her time to clean up between her legs, and go to handle the bill. Personally, I think it’s obvious that we just fucked in there, but the staff doesn’t give me any weird looks about it, and soon Lori has rejoined me.

The dress that she’s wearing is tight enough around the middle that it shows off her curves, low enough on the top that it shows off her cleavage, and loose enough around the legs that the skirt sways and flutters about with each step forward.

It looked better rucked up around her waist, though.

I decide, right then and there, that I’m going to do exactly that again as soon as we’re back to her place. My arm curls around her waist, pulling her up against my side as we sweep out into the cool night air. There’s a storm brewing above us, thick dark clouds that blot out the silver spread of stars.

Lori says, laughing, “That was awful! We shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t see the cops showing up to give us a slap on the wrist,” I tease, leading her to the Shelby GT. She gets in on one side and I slide in on the other. The moment that the doors are both closed, I lean across the center console and press a kiss to the side of her face. My free hand catches her by the chin, turning her to face me.

Lori kisses back enthusiastically. I can still taste apricot and sweet cream on the backs of her teeth. She smells like flowers and kisses like the best thing that’s ever come into my life.

It’s a risk. This whole night–this whole fucking attempt at a relationship. I could end up with my heart shattered on the floor all over again.

But it’s a risk that I’m going to have to take. Jackson was right: admitting that I wanted to have a relationship with her is the best thing that I’ve ever done.

Lori’s face is bright pink when I finally pull back, her lips swollen. “You don’t expect me to sit here in the car all night, do you? The Mustang isn’tthatimpressive.”

She’s nervous in the car. I had noticed it on the way out to Lagoona, and I see it again now, a tension returning to her shoulders. It’s an anxiety that might take years to go away—if it ever does. But I’m glad that even stressed as she is over it, she’s still willing to trust me behind the wheel. It’s a bit of an ego stroke, honestly.

“It is,” I tell her, starting the engine. “But you’re right. I have a few other things in mind.”

Lori asks, “Going to share with the class?”

I cluck my tongue at her, wag a finger in her direction, and then drop my hand down to press against her thigh, rubbing it through the soft fabric of her skirt. Her breath catches loudly, coming out as a hiss between her teeth.

“Oh, you want to learn from me now? Here I thought that I was full of myself,” I tease, throwing her own words back at her.

It’s meant to be in good humor. Instead, Lori’s expression turns startled, and then almost guilty. “Yeah, well, it turns out that I had a lot I needed to rethink.”

“Have you done that, then? You’ve rethought things?” I can’t help the way that my voice tilts up, hopeful.

Lori drops a hand down, settling it on top of mine. The touch isn’t sexual at all, but it still shoots through me like lightning, so intensely affectionate that I almost don’t know how to respond.

Even more so when she says, “I’ve rethought a lot of things. I wouldn’t be planning on asking you in for a drink if I hadn’t.”

“Oh,” I say, the word a heavy, relieved rush of air. I glance at her out of the corner of my eyes, taking in the almost sheepish way that she’s looking down at our pressed together hands. “Well, I accept the offer. I’d love a drink.”

“Really?” She looks up, all hopeful now, and I brush my hand over the side of her face, teasing and affectionate and wanting all at once.

By the time we make it back to Lori’s house, I’m ready to go again. I can’t help it. The prospect of having this with Lori–the idea of having gotten through to her–is enough to make my heart skip into something heavier. We’re barely in the studio apartment before I’m kissing her again, a fierce crash of mouths.

It’s tongue and tooth and roaming hands. I’m shoving at the sweater that she’s wearing and pushing it off. Her hands grab at my shirt and tug, pulling it from where I had hastily tucked it back into my pants after our bathroom romp.

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