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“Oh God,” she moans, her eyes falling shut as I rub my thumb over her nipple. I want to do so much more. I want to rip off her shirt and suck on her tits and slide my hand under her jeans, under her panties, and touch her until she comes. But I can’t, not here. It’s cold out, and the cameras are watching us.

“Let’s go,” I whisper over her lips, my hand lowering back to her waist. It took everything in me to stop, but we can’t keep this up in the middle of a sculpture garden.

“We’re leaving?” she says, sounding disappointed.

“We’ll go in the Jeep, where it’s warm and the security cameras aren’t watching us.”

She nods and gets off me.

I take her hand and we walk—almost run—back to the Jeep.

The whole time, my mind is yelling at me to stop, to get in the Jeep and drive her home. I should, but I won’t. It’s not what I want. I want tonight to be about Nova. I want her to experience what those other guys never gave her. I want her to experience what it feels like when a guy really does care about her. Because I do. I care about her more than anything else.

19

Easton

I openthe back door of the Jeep and wait for Nova to get in, then slide in next to her. She picks up the plaid wool blanket I keep in the back seat and tosses it on the floor.

I grab it and put it back on the seat. “It’s cold. We might need it.”

She smiles and takes her sweatshirt off. I hope she doesn’t think we’re having sex. That’s not what I meant when I said we might get cold. But I do plan to get her naked, which might make her cold, although by the time I’m done with her, she’ll probably be sweating.

She’s looking at me, not sure what’s next. I take her hand and pull her toward me. Then I lean down and talk in her ear. “This is all about you. If you don’t like something, tell me to stop. Or if you don’t want to do this—”

“I do,” she says.

I look at her. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are bouncing all around my face.

“Are you nervous?”

She nods. “A little.”

“We can go. We don’t have to—”

“Stop talking and kiss me.”

I cup the back of her head and press my lips to hers. I feel her body relax and put my hand behind her, supporting her as she lays back on the seat. My hand moves up to her tit, over her shirt this time. I’m trying not to rush this, but I also can’t wait to touch her. To taste her. To pleasure her.

She lifts up as I kiss her, grabbing my shirt and pulling me closer. The back seat isn’t big enough for me to lay down, which is good. It makes it less tempting to do the thing we shouldn’t. I slide her shirt up, breaking from her lips and leaving kisses down her neck. She sits up just enough for me to take off her shirt and bra, then lays back down and closes her eyes. I kiss just below her ear and continue down her neck while my hand massages her tit. She’s making those sexy moans, driving me fucking crazy, making me want her so fucking bad, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her, and showing her what she’s been missing by dating losers who use her and toss her aside.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispers when she feels me sit up.

“I’m not stopping. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

Her eyes open and I smile at her before lowering down to her stomach, my warm breath tickling her skin as I undo the button on her jeans. She shivers, but I don’t think it’s from the cold. I think it’s from the feel of me touching her, arousing her, making her wonder what’s next.

I yank down the zipper on her jeans as I softly kiss her stomach, then lower. Her hips rise and fall as I kiss her, and her breaths keep getting faster. I move back up to her tits, flicking my tongue over her taut nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

She’s gasping for breath, her hands reaching for anything to hold onto. She reaches for the blanket that’s under her head and fists it in her hand as I move to her other tit. I keep my eyes on her, loving that she’s so turned on. I haven’t even tasted her yet and she’s already on the verge of coming.

My hand slips under her panties. She’s soaked. Fuck. I might just come myself if I keep this going. I want her so bad. I want to feel what it’d be like to be inside her. But it can’t happen. I’ll just have to imagine it in my head, later, in the shower.

I slide a finger inside her, then another.

“Oh God,” she pants. I look up and see her holding on to the blanket like she’s about to rip it to shreds. Her eyes are shut and her teeth are biting her bottom lip. She’s close, and I’m not even done.

Sitting up, I move back enough to take off her jeans. She lifts up as I slide them over her ass, then yank them the rest of the way off. I stall a moment to look at her. She’s thin, her hip and rib bones showing. She could stand to put on some weight. But even like this, she’s beautiful. Her breasts are small but firm. Her waist is tiny. Her hips have just the slightest curve.

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