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I shifted back and forth in his lap, wiggling around until he stilled me. I lifted my head. “If the next one is green, you’re going to let me turn around.”

“Oh, I am?”

“Yes, so I can kiss you, and you can kiss me back. And then we’ll see where it leads after that.”Please, please, please don’t ruin it by asking me out.“And I want your fajita recipe,” I said as an afterthought.

He laughed just as it fired into the sky, erupting into tendrils of green. Someone up there loved me. Loved me a lot. I laughed even harder as I swung my body around and straddled him before he could stop me. And before he could say a word, I planted my lips on his.

I raked my hands through his hair this time, urging him deeper. I wanted there to be no question how much I wanted this. I’d been soaked and ready just being in his presence in my driveway. Possibly even before that. I’d dazed off on the walk home, so the hand-holding could have primed me. Hell, who was I kidding? Chase had me aroused since the first night.

His tongue danced with mine as I lowered my hands down his chest, down his stomach, relishing every bit of strength and steel that belonged to me at that very moment. Even when Mike was that age, he never felt this hard.

I palmed his cock, stroking through his shorts. The booms sounded behind me, and I wondered what colors they were now. It was the perfect distraction from the outside world. It was loud, and even though it was bright, my huge trees shielded the yard enough to afford us privacy.

“Fuck, Jillian. You have to stop.”

“Why?” He didn’t want to take a breather that first time. He was all over me, giving us no chance to come up for air.

I caressed harder while tugging at his zipper. I needed to feel hot skin in my hand. This was unusual for me, getting so turned on touching another. He’d barely made contact with any part of me from the neck down, yet I knew I was swollen, that I’d burst with one little brush over my clit or a few glides up and down his cock. I was a ripe peach that needed to be pluckedright the fuck now.

He grasped both my hands and held them aside. His mouth didn’t stop, however. My lips felt bruised and used. He sucked on my bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth before he let go and moved lower. I bared my neck for him, and he ran his tongue down. I quivered, trying to break free of my makeshift restraints.

“Are your fireworks always this long?”

Argh. Forget the damn fireworks already.“Let me touch you.” I tugged my hands, getting nowhere, but what did I expect? Did I think I’d outwrestle him? “Please. I know how much you want this too. I can feel it. Let me fuck you.”

He hissed through his teeth, and I knew I got to him. I took that opportunity to put my mouth to his neck to see how he liked it. I abraded my lips over his jawbone and moved my kisses down, tasting him along the way, inhaling his scent. He intoxicated me further; I couldn’t pinpoint why he smelled so good, but it was dizzying.

“Are you sure you’re not wearing any cologne?” The fragrance was reminiscent of the last time—pure rain mixed with fresh earth and spice. It was a bouquet of all my favorite songs tied together with a beautiful bow, and I wanted to bottle it and put it in my memory box.

“No.”

“Well, it works for you. A lot.” I ground my hips into him, gyrating with everything I had. “Please, Chase, just let me fuck you.” I wasn’t above begging right then. He craved it as much as me, of that I was certain.

A deep, throaty sound came from him, and he released my hands and slid his underneath my shirt. The front clasp of my bra popped open, and then he was touching my back, pushing me forward and into his inviting mouth. As he licked and sucked, I slipped down and freed his cock, causing a rush of cool on my breasts when he inhaled sharply.

Thick and powerful. I still couldn’t get over the sheer hardness of him. I teased with light finger strokes and vigorous caresses until he ripped my hands away.

“If I’m going to come, it’ll be while I’m buried deep inside you.”

I nodded. Yes, now. It’s about time. “Hurry,” I whispered. Oh, shit. No. No No. “Do you have a condom on you?” Please. He had one last time. I mentally crossed every finger and toe.

“In my wallet. Grab it.”

He palmed between my legs and massaged, a waterfall of heat and current rushing into me. I moaned, struggling to get his damned wallet out of his pocket. He wasn’t helping, and with each touch, I felt more and more frustrated.

His fingers skimmed across my upper thigh and slipped underneath my shorts. Teasing me through my panties and making my breath hitch. Where was I? Dammit, I needed that rubber.

“Do you think you could come like this? With your panties still on?”

“Yes,” I hissed. My insides were already vibrating. He rubbed over my clit, through the material, pinching it.

I arched my back, attempting to shift my body away. Yes, I could come, and it wouldn’t take long either. But I had a deep urge to come at the same time as him.

“If I’m going to come,” I told him, “I want it to be when you’re buried deep inside me.”

He growled, then grasped my hips and pulled me right on top of his bare cock. My shorts and panties were still on, but I freaked regardless. I was paranoid that way.

“We need that condom.” I tried lifting off him. “I’m super fertile right now.” I counted out the days in my head. Shit. I was probably ovulating right at that very second. I usually felt a twinge when it happened, but my entire body was twinging, so a hell of a lot of good that sign was right now. “And I’m not on anything, not since I was thirty, and I know my body so well and….”

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