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“I am trying to drive here,” she says, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “And it is your car.”

I laugh, nibbling and sucking at the skin just below her ear. The moan she lets out takes my semi-hard dick to full-blown hard and I’m wondering if I can wait until we get home. This town isn’t big, but the way I’m feeling right now, I really need to be inside this woman.

“How about you stop driving and pull over?” I whisper, my eyes on the dark turn-off up ahead.

Erin giggles, squirming in her seat as she indicates for the turn off. My hands are already out of her sweater and I’m undoing the belt and buckle of my jeans before she’s even got us in park.

“Well then, Detective,” she says, her voice all sexy and seductive. “Now that I’ve pulled over as ordered, what are you going to do with me?”

I grin back at her, sliding my hand across her cheek. “How about you climb on over here beautiful girl?”

Erin smiles back at me, undoing her seatbelt before she slides over, straddling my hips. My hands go to hers, itching to undo her jeans so I can pull them off, but I stop, my hands sliding up her body to her cheeks instead.

Because in this moment, in the silent darkness of the car, something changes. Suddenly, I want to tell her everything. About how I feel and what I want and where I see us going.

“Erin,” I murmur, knowing, even in my drunken state, that this is dangerous ground I’m treading on right now.

“Yeah?” she whispers nervously.

My thumb strokes her cheek. “I want to be with you,” I whisper, having no idea where these words are coming from or why I’m saying them right now. It’s far from romantic and deep down, I know they’re words she’s afraid of.

“I want to know you,” I continue, my words a whisper. “I want to know everything about you. I want…”

“Ryan,” she murmurs, almost pleading as she leans down and kisses me. I groan as her mouth meets mine in a hard kiss. My hands slide into her hair now, holding her against me, even as a voice somewhere in the back of my head tells me I need to dig deeper and find out what it is she’s so scared of.

Chapter Eight

Erin

Ryan’s words replay in my head, I want to know everything about you, but that isn’t true; it can’t be. Because like everyone else that has come and gone from my life, once he knows, he won’t stick around. The situation is too precarious, too unpredictable.

Somehow Kelsey and Finn have stuck it out, but luckily for them nothing major has happened, and to be honest nothing major has ever happened to me personally. But I can feel it coming; people have been killed because of my father, money laundered, and lives uprooted, including mine.

It’s been years since I’ve had any direct contact with my family, and most of the time I just lie and tell people my parents passed away or that they’re divorced and it was messy. None of this is true, but it protects people from the truth.

Yet as my relationship with Ryan becomes more serious these lies won’t cut it, and Ryan is more aware than most people given his job.

He’s distracted right now, as I straddle him in the passenger seat of the car, and I hope he doesn’t notice the change in me. I hope he can’t see the worry that I feel is written all over my face.

I pull away from him and bury my face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath and wonder if the way he smells will always make me feel this safe. I return to his mouth, kissing him softly on the lips. I let the calm I now feel wash over me.

“I think you’re drunk,” I whisper with my lips nearly touching his and I feel him smile against me. “I also think we should go home.”

“I am a little drunk,” he murmurs back, his eyelids heavy and speech slurred just a little. “But you’re about to ruin all the fun.”

I laugh, returning to the driver’s seat even though Ryan is trying to pull me back. “Listen here, Detective,” I say sternly and it earns me a cheeky smile from Ryan. “You have to be at work tomorrow morning and…”

“No, you listen here, Miss Connelly,” Ryan says interrupting me, but he fails to follow through with whatever threat he was going to attempt and I shake my head at him. He’s hopeless. “You’re right,” he says, conceding almost immediately. “I actually have to go to work tonight.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” I respond, trying to hide my shock and disappointment.

“I know. I didn’t want to ruin our day together,” he says, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm. “But I got a text earlier and I need to go back. I’m sorry, Erin.”

He’s right; it would’ve ruined our day because I would’ve been thinking about him leaving the entire time.

“It’s that big case we’re working on,” he continues. “I’m sorry, babe.”

I nod because I know no matter how much I want him to stay the night, his job and this case are important. He hasn’t told me much about it, but from the little he has said, I know it’s been something they’ve been working on for a long time. I know he can’t afford not to go back for whatever is happening in Boston.

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