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His hands push my dress up. “How crazy?”

“Crazy enough to let you do very inappropriate things to me. In public.”

“You know what else drives me crazy?”

“What?”

“You in my jacket, princess.” He traces a finger along the sleeve of his varsity jacket. “It’s like having a part of me always wrapped around you.”

“Maybe I should keep it then.”

He chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. “Oh, you definitely should.”

“You won’t mind me keeping it?”

“No.” Sebastian’s hands tighten on my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Because it means you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

“Yours?”

“Mhm.” He nuzzles my neck, his stubble rasping deliciously against my skin. “All mine.”

I tilt my head, giving him better access. “Possessive much?”

“You have no idea.”

A moan escapes me, my hips rocking against his. “Sebastian.”

“Yes, princess?” His voice is rough, strained.

“Kiss me.”

His mouth crashes against mine, hot and demanding, and his hands grab my ass, grinding me down on his hard length, straining against his jeans.

I glance around. We’re tucked away in the far corner of the drive-in, but—

He places open-mouthed kisses along my throat, making me moan.

“We—we should stop,” I say.

“Why? Didn’t you just say you’d let me do inappropriate things to you?”

“Someone could see us.”

He taps on the window beside us. “It’s blackened.” He unbuttons my blouse and tugs my bra down.

My breasts spill free, nipples pebbling in the cool night air. A soft moan eludes me, and he doesn’t waste another second, gliding his fingers beneath the lace, seeking the slick heat between my legs.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he says. “So fucking perfect.”

Heat spreads through my whole body, the sensation kicking out all thoughts of propriety, and I bury my face against his shoulder, trying to muffle my moans.

He growls his approval, plunging two fingers inside me. The delicious friction builds within me, tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. I’ve never felt so wanton, so exposed. Yet, in his arms, I’m safe.

He crooks his fingers and strokes that sensitive spot, wringing one strangled cry after another from my throat.

I can’t. More. I need…

I reach for the button of his jeans, and his movements falter.

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