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“Bri,” I growl against her mouth, my forehead resting against hers as I fight to keep control. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
“Maybe I don’t care,” she whispers, her breath hot on my lips.
Christ.My whole body aches with the need to pin her against these shelves and forget the world exists. But I force myself toease back and look into her eyes. The smug little grin tugging at her lips says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Now,” she teases, slipping her hand into mine again, “you can take me home.”
The drive back to her house is torture.
The air in the cab of my truck is too thick. She’s sitting so close that her thigh brushes mine when we hit a curve, and she doesn’t move away. My knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.
She leans her head against the seat, watching me with a soft smile on her lips. “You’re quiet.”
“Trying not to do something stupid,” I mutter.
“Like what?” Her tone is innocent, but her hand slides down, resting on her bare thigh in a way that makes my vision blur.
I bite out a curse, my jaw tight. “Like pulling over and taking you right here.”
Her smile turns wicked. “What if I want you to?”
My grip on the wheel tightens so hard it creaks. I cut her a sharp look, my voice a low growl. “Angel, don’t test me.”
She just grins wider, sipping from her iced latte like she hasn’t just set me on fire.
By the time I pull into her driveway, my whole body is wound tight, every muscle straining with the need to take her back to my cabin instead. But her dad’s truck is parked right out front, a brutal reminder of my betrayal.
I kill the engine, staring straight ahead, forcing my pulse to slow.
She leans over, her lips brushing my cheek. “Thanks for the ride, Everett.”
I squeeze my eyes shut because if I look at her right now, my restraint will shatter.
“You’re welcome,” I mutter.
When the door shuts behind her, I finally breathe, dragging a hand down my face.
She’s going to be the death of me.
CHAPTER 36
Brielle
By the timeI push the front door open, my whole body is still humming. My lips are swollen from Everett’s kiss, my pulse pounding so hard I’m sure it echoes through the quiet cabin.
I close the door softly behind me, pressing my back against it for a second to catch my breath. The taste of him lingers, the heat of his hands still burning into my skin. God, the way he looked at me in the truck… Like he was one second from pulling over and making good on his threat.
I’ve never felt so alive.
“Bri?” Dad’s voice floats from the kitchen.
I jolt upright, smoothing my hair with trembling fingers before heading in his direction. He’s washing his hands, sweat still clinging to his skin.
“Hey,” I say, forcing my tone to be casual. “How are things?”
“Good. Everett and I kicked ass today.” He grins, drying his hands. “The man is a huge help. I’ll have to show you what we did tomorrow. Too dark to appreciate it now.”
I try not to react to Everett’s name. “That’s great.”
