Page 67 of Rescue Me (Forget the Past 1)

“That was me.”

Paige’s smile blooms bright and quick, like the sun suddenly bursting over the horizon. “Will you do it again?”

“If you want me to.”

“I do.” She nods vigorously. Then her eyes drop to my mouth, and she licks her lips. “Right now, please.”

“We have an audience.”

“Don’t care.” Her arms move to wrap around my neck, pressing her breasts even more firmly into my chest as she draws herself up until our breaths mingle, just on the verge of touching. And she waits for me.

A growl rumbles out of my chest before I loop my arms around her waist, crushing her to me and turning us so the group of idiots can only see my back as I indulge in another one of her decadent kisses.

This one, I only let last for a moment before I move my hands to her hips and gently separate us. Paige loosens her arms reluctantly, pouting as I put a good foot of space between us.

“We do any more of that here, I’ll do something that’ll get me arrested for indecent exposure.” Before she can tempt me again, I snag her hand and pull her back out onto the sidewalk. I figure constant movement is the best course of action if I want to keep from pressing her against a wall and pushing up the skirt of that flirty little dress.

Why did I convince her to buy it?The thing is a fucking torture device.

Paige doesn’t say anything for a while, and when I glance down at her, she has the fingers of her free hand pressed against her lips. She seems confused, and I’m not sure I have a good explanation for what I just did other than I wanted to.

I keep quiet.

When we end up at the pay-to-park lot where Paige left her car, she finally breaks the silence, though not in the way I was expecting.

“Oh shit. Mom’s going to be pissed.”

I try not to flinch. Of course, I realize no parent wants their daughter making out with an ex-con who’s only out on parole and can barely pay his bills. Still, for a moment, I convinced myself that maybe Paige wouldn’t care what her parents thought. At least long enough for me to get a few more tastes of her.

When she tugs her hand out of mine it’s like someone tearing duct tape off my bare skin. A ripping sensation that leaves behind a persistent ache.

“I need to find a changing room.” Frustration laces her voice, and I try not to snap when I respond.

“I don’t think wearing a dress is going to out you.”

“What?” Paige’s eyebrows dip low as she stares up at me in confusion.

I sigh. “I don’t see why you need to change.” I don’t see why she needs to worry about her parents at all. She could just pretend like today never happened.

“I’m not about to change a tire in my new dress. I love it, and I don’t ruin things I love.”

“Change a tire? What are you talking about?”

She rolls her eyes and gestures dramatically. “Just look at Penelope!”

“Penelope?” I try to run through the last bit of our conversation to pick up what I’m missing.

“My car. That’s her name. Look at her.”

I glance around until I spot the green Impala, then give the car a thorough once over. That’s when I spot the problem. A flat tire.

“I have a spare in the trunk, but I know I’ll get all sweaty and dirty.” Paige turns as if she’s about to head back to the clothing store.

“Hold up.” I wrap my arm around her waist, halting her steps. “I’ll change it.”

“You don’t have to, Dash.” She tilts a half-smile up at me. “I know how. Done it a few times before.”

“Let me handle it, Paige. That way you won’t have to change.”

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