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only mine.
    But that didn’t mean I wanted her to think all I wanted was between her legs because she could see my fucking hard-on.
    I just needed to prove to her that I was right for her.
    I needed to prove to Eva that I deserved her.

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    Eva

    I looked over at Dex . He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gearshift, and God, did it look sexy. The short-sleeved shirt he wore showed off his forearms, biceps, and tattoos. I’d always had a thing for muscular arms.
    And he has arm porn going on for days.
    I shifted slightly as my arousal rose. The entire time at dinner Dex watched me. He’d wanted me to talk about myself, to tell him things he didn’t know.
    He’d said he wanted to know everything about me.
    And he’d been such an intense listener. I knew he heard every word I’d said, and although I’d never had anyone that interested in what I had to say, it felt good.
    He was heading back to my house, and although he’d told me during dinner he was having a good time, he’d never pushed keeping the night going on longer.
    But I wanted it to. God, I really wanted it to.
    I didn’t need to know every little detail about Dex to know what I wanted, and that was him, in every raw, hardened form he presented.
    But even if we’d known each other for years, could I really be bold and tell him what I wanted, or how I really wanted this night to end?
    I faced forward and swallowed.
    “You know, even if you had told me to fuck off, I would have still tried, Eva.”
    I looked over at him, not really surprised. I knew Dex well enough that if he wanted something he went after it.
    He didn’t look at me, but I saw him smirk, and God, did it turn me on.
    “Yeah, I know you well enough.” I couldn’t help but smile, too. We rode for another ten minutes before he pulled up in front of my house. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, but when I turned to face him, maybe to say good night, or hell, maybe to invite him in, Dex had his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me forward.
    He kissed me hard, possessive, and as I rested one of my hands on his thighs, and the other on his shoulder to balance myself, all I felt was this intense need to be with him.
    The feeling of his tongue moving in and out of my mouth, pressing against my tongue, had my pussy so wet I couldn’t even breathe. But when he pulled me on top of him, I could feel the huge hardness of what was between his thighs. He wanted me; that was clear.
    He pulled away just enough that we weren’t kissing anymore, but our lips were still touching. “If I put my hand between your legs and touched your pussy, would you be wet for me, Eva?” he whispered against my mouth, and I breathed harder.
    “I don’t know, maybe you should find out.” I was feeling pretty damn bold right now. I felt him smile against my mouth, but he didn’t make a move to touch me. Instead, he took hold of my wrist in his hand and placed my palm flat on my chest.
    “Show me, Eva.”
    I sucked in a lungful of air and slowly moved my hand down my body. He still had a hold on my wrist as I descended. Lower I went, our focus on each other. I stopped at my lower belly.
    “Keep going, Eva.” There was this fire behind his eyes, something that had me burning brighter, and I was about to get singed. But I didn’t care.
    I pushed my hand underneath my skirt, and as soon as I was under the material, he let go of my wrist and placed his fingers on my panties. I groaned, he closed his eyes, and together we blew out ragged breaths.
    He rubbed me gently over my panties at first, but the longer he did that, and the more the seconds moved by, the faster he went. He was right over my clit, moving his finger back and forth over the swollen bud, and I knew I could come right then and there.
    “Tell me what you want, Eva. Tell me and it’s yours.” His voice was so damn gruff. “Even if it’s goodnight, I’ll fucking take my hand away and kiss you goodnight.”
    “Is that what