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We reached my truck and I still hadn’t found the right words.

“I guess… Good night.” Megan shuffled her feet, but she didn’t leave.

Fuck it. “Come here.” With my hands on her hips, I moved her until her back was to the cab of my vehicle. I rested my hands on either side of her head, keeping my body close and boxing her in.

She studied me with a bemused smile, and opened her mouth.

“Wait.” I cut her off. “Let me say everything I need to before you reply.” Otherwise, I’d never get it out.

“Okay?”

I drew in a deep breath. “I’m not going to ask you for a commitment tonight. You just left your fiancé, life is a bit chaotic… But I have to say this now, or I’m going to regret it. You and I belong together. If you want Landon to help you with your list, if you want another guy to fuck around with, fine. But at the end of it all, come back to me. Stay with me. Because you’re mine.”

Megan was still staring at me, eyes wide, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and chest heaving with each breath.

“That’s it. That’s what I have,” I said.

“Okay. It’s a deal.” Megan tilted her head up and brushed her lips over mine.

Her mouth was so soft. Yielding. Tempting. It was decades of unrealized promise, and the fractures that had been spreading through me for the last day or two opened up like a chasm.

I was so fucking done.

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Iwasn’t ready for another relationship. Not now. Not so soon.

But everything Nigel said felt right, and I wanted that with him. When I was ready. I wanted a future with him, I wanted a life together, and before that, I wanted to explore and figure out who I was.

He was willing to give me both, and it made kissing him so easy. As my lips met his, it wasn’t with the same kind of desperation that consumed me yesterday, with Landon. This wasn’t because I needed to not think—to feel wanted—it was because there was a promise between Nigel and me now.

When he slid his hand to the back of my neck, holding me in place while he deepened the kiss, it stole my breath. When he gripped my hair and yanked my head enough to sting, I gasped. But he followed my mouth, swallowing every sound, consuming me.

I felt this kiss in my toes, and I never wanted it to stop. The only thing I could do was fist his shirt, kiss back, and hold on for all I was worth.

Nigel dragged his mouth down my neck, sucking and biting. He undid the button on my jeans and slid down my zipper.

“What are you doing?” I still didn’t want him to stop.

“Trust me,” he murmured against my skin.

“I always do.”

Nigel returned his mouth to mine, consuming my gasps and making my head spin. At the same time, his hand glided down the front of my jeans, under my panties. His fingers on my bare skin felt so good, and so wrong. Anyone driving past could figure out what we were up to, despite the dim lighting, which made this all even better.

I didn’t want him to stop. The thrill of knowing we might get caught made my pulse hammer in my ears. Who was I even?

His touch was light at first, as he teased near my opening, then back up to my clit. The barely-there brush made me gasp into his mouth.

Nigel’s kisses grew harder. More demanding. I was gripping his arms, digging into his biceps, and his semi-hard erection dug into my hip.

The longer he worked me over, the faster he stroked. Circling my clit, stroking the swollen nib, and touching me in ways I’d only ever touched myself.

And he was doing it all in the middle of the fucking parking lot, with traffic roaring past us, only a couple dozen feet away.

This felt so good, but how long—

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