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He is.
And I am too.
It's just... perfect.
Dean laughs. "Kinky Kaylee. You're using 'cunt' aren't you?"
"Well." I wink at Brendon. "It's a powerful word."
Chapter Forty
KAYLEE
Brendon's hands go to my hips. Then his body is against mine and he's pinning me to the passenger side door.
"Fuck, Kay." His voice is breathy, heavy. "You wear that to torture me?"
I nod.
"I'm gonna have to punish you for that."
This time, I only barely manage to nod.
He rocks his hips against mine as he kisses me. It's hard. Deep. Hungry.
"Brendon. We shouldn't. Em..." I can't finish my sentence. I'm too busy sliding my hands into his hair and pressing my lips to his.
He tastes so good.
Like he's mine.
I never get enough of it.
He traces the hem of my skirt. Then his hands are sliding beneath it. And he's pressing his palm against me, over my panties.
His tongue slides around mine.
His hand knots in my hair.
He pulls back with a heavy sigh.
My glasses are tilted. My lipstick is smeared all over his face.
"Here." I wipe his lips with my thumb. But the feel of those soft lips against the pad of my digit only makes me more desperate to have him. "Is it too late to ditch this concert?"
He nods.
"To—" I nod to the backseat.
"We'd get arrested even if it weren't."
"Worth it."
He nods. "For me, yeah. But for you—" He steps backward.
My body cries for his. My heart is singing from the whole him protecting me from my raging libido thing. But my body is having none of it.
"Come on." He motions to the door. "Get in. Let's pick up Em."
