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“Oh,” she murmured, seeming unsure now I had revealed something about myself, “My parents went to church together three times a week, and I’m pretty sure they hadn’t had sex in fifteen years, since I was conceived,” she muttered.

Ah, there it was. The missing puzzle piece to why a gorgeous little spit-fire like Mia could have a naïve, innocent streak a mile wide. My dick grew harder still at the thought of corrupting her subconscious beliefs about decency and intimacy.

“How wholesome,” I said, my voice stroking over the word. Mia shivered, her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her dress. She was turned toward me, her body subconsciously drawn by the pull between us. “And how about you, Mia? Is there somebody waiting for you at home?” The slow shake of her head filled me with a sense of relief. I’d been waiting all day to get this woman alone, and I didn’t want to be stopped by the thought of some hapless loser waiting for her.

“What do you think constitutes a good marriage?” I asked her, keeping my tone conversational. She squirmed in her seat.

“What Angel and West have, I suppose,” she said.

“What Angel and West have is explosive chemistry, and an urge to christen the surface of any room they are both in at the same time. Does the idea turn you on?” I asked her. She reddened, and her shocked eyes flew to mine.

“Excuse me? I can’t believe you just asked me that,” she said, even as her hands bunched into little fists on her lap.

“Why not? We’re both adults. How about the idea of me putting you into the car. Did that turn you on?” I asked, my voice only a murmur. She had swayed closer to me on the seat, and now, she was near enough to smell. She smelt like lemons and sunshine, clean citrus I wanted to rub over my body. I reached out a long finger and trailed it from her shoulder to her inner elbow. She jumped at the touch but didn’t move away.

“No?” she said. I smirked at her sweetness.

“Are you telling me or asking me?” I murmured.

“Telling you,” she said faintly.

“You don’t sound sure. Maybe we should try it out, and then you’ll know definitely.” My finger traced along her collar bone. Her flimsy dress was only one sharp pull of a ribbon away from pooling in her lap, “I’ll put you in the car, and you can see if it makes you wet,” I continued, pushing her further into illicit territory. Her shock was adorable.

“You’re nuts. We don’t know each other,” she countered.

“That makes no difference at all.”

“I don’t like you, you’re rude,” she insisted, and I smiled at her naivety.

“Again, unimportant, and not the topic at hand,” I insisted. I dragged my finger up her neck, and her back arched. A sensitive spot there. I wished it was my lips and not my fingers caressing it.

“I’m going to kiss you. Stop me if you want to,” I told her, just before I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, and crushed her lips to mine. I sought entrance to her mouth, as my tongue swiped over her lips, and she sat in shocked stillness. I pulled her plump lower lip into my mouth and sucked it, and she opened to me, with a reluctant groan. Holding her head masterfully, I tilted her jaw so I might stroke my tongue against hers roughly, full of the demanding need I’d felt building for her all day. An entire day of being hard and wanting, a day of avoiding being caught staring at her, of pretending to be listening to other’s idyl small talk. A day of resisting the urge to push her against the wall, sink to my knees under that chiffon skirt, and see those Wonder Woman panties again.

She moaned my name, and I pulled her into my lap, just where I’d imagined her. Her slight weight bore down on the painful hard-on with her name on it, and she started to rock her hips against me.

“How about now? Are you sure if you’re wet now? Shall we check?” I asked her thickly, my hands cupping her beautiful face, and slipping down to those breasts I’d been fantasizing about. I brushed my fingers over her nipples, finding them hard as diamonds begging to be sucked. I lowered my face and nosed at one tight bud through the dress. She shuddered. I rubbed my lips across it and starting to slide the material away, my mouth already watering at the thought of closing around her tender flesh. The material slid another inch and her pink nipple popped out. It was tiny, and puffy with arousal. I latched my mouth around it, and rubbed my tongue over the tight bud, as she moaned in my lap, sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging me closer, holding me there. I had to have her, taste her in all her secret places.

“You taste like those strawberries,” I murmured against her skin, as I moved my attention to the other breast. “Tell me what you want, Mia,” I pushed her. Being alone in this maddening desire was intolerable. “Tell me, sweetheart,” I urged as I felt her hesitate.

“I want to lick you up like that chocolate souffle, just put you in my mouth and…” she finally said, shuddering in her rubbing motions, and I grew harder still, an impossible feat, at her admission. I smiled up at her, enjoying the view of her stunning face, clouded with lust, her eyes sleepy and heavy, her mouth swollen and ripe. Her tousled hair was like a halo.

“…and?” I prompted hoarsely. This girl had me forgetting myself.

Behind us, a blaring horn suddenly sounded, and Mia froze. Her body went from warm and excited, to stiff and panicked in a heartbeat. Her eyes cleared from the sensual haze that had enveloped us both, and I could have killed the idiot behind us who couldn’t wait at a red light for more than an instant.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that,” Mia was saying, scrambling off my lap, despite my attempts to hold her. To my eternal disappointment, the car pulled to the curb. Mia looked around her.

“Thanks for the lift,” she mumbled, her cheeks turning scarlet. I didn’t want her to run off feeling ashamed of her response and I especially didn’t want her disappearing before I had the chance to finish what we’d started. Regardless, her hand was on the door, and the driver was opening it. Sensing my time was running out, I shot out a hand to stop her.

“I’ll call you,” I told her. She shook her head, looking distinctly like she deeply regretted getting in the car with me, which raked along my nerves with annoyance.

“We have nothing to talk about,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes darted past my face, refusing to meet my gaze. Perhaps that streak of catholic guilt ran deeper than I’d thought.

“It takes two to decide that. I’ll call, and you’ll answer,” I told her. She risked a glance at my face, a hurried, perfect moment where her blue eyes met mine, and then she was pulling away, into the darkness beyond the door.

Chapter 4

Mia

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