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down her cheek. Her mascara smeared as she rubbed it away and he reached out to her without thinking, pulling her into his arms as best he could in the front seat of his car. Guilt ate him when she made a little muffled sob that broke his heart.
    “Oh, baby, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m an asshole.”
    “No,” she whispered softly against his chest. “That was the nicest thing any guy has ever said about me.”
    She pulled back enough to look at him, the scent of the beer on her breath strangely arousing. “How come I never noticed how cute you are? Your eyes are amazing…I want to bite your lips.”
    Flushing, he tried to push her away but she refused, winding her fingers into his hair and gripping hard enough to hurt. The expression on her face looked years beyond her true age of seventeen. He felt like the kid in high school that he was while looking at a grown woman. An absolutely, heart-stoppingly, beautiful woman.
    “Hold still.”
    He tried to jerk away, but she held him harder by his hair until he yelped. “Fuck, Emma, that hurts.”
    “I said, stay still.”
    A grin threatened to break free. She was so bossy, but that was one of the things he liked about her. She leaned closer, their breath mingling, his heart pounded in his chest while she examined him with a small smile.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I want to kiss you.”
    The shudder of lust that went through him had him almost coming in his pants. With teenage hormones running rampant, he’d been more than a little eager to kiss her and went at it with less finesse than he would have liked. She laughed and pulled back a little bit, adjusting her grip on his hair.
    “Stay still. I want to kiss you. That means no moving unless I tell you.”
    He groaned low in his throat and wondered if it was possible to die from being too hard.
    Ever so gently, she brushed her mouth over his, a slow caress of skin over skin. With her decadently soft lips caressing his, he relaxed into her hold while his cock ached like it was bruised. Licking across the seam of his lips, she made a little murmur of pleasure that drove him crazy. He wanted to grab her, to fill his hands with her large breasts, to pull her onto his lap so he could spend the next ten days kissing her while she ground herself against him. His mind scrambled at the thought that this was Emma, his Emma, and she was finally kissing him like he’d dreamed. No, better than even his wildest dreams. She kissed him like they’d been made for each other, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of an erotic puzzle.
    All the fantasies he’d been having about her as he jerked off came roaring to life and he shifted in his seat, trying to subtly adjust himself as his erection ached from hardening at a weird angle. Keeping still was becoming next to impossible, but the sweet torture of her lips on his was the best thing in the world. When she traced her tongue across his mouth he opened with a groan.
    She pulled back enough that the tips of her breasts rubbed against his chest and he swore he could feel her tight nipples dragging across him through their shirts. “Slow and easy, Ryan.”
    In response, he closed the small distance between them and kissed her back, keeping his movements gentle and unhurried. In turn, she began to get more aggressive, slipping her tongue into his mouth in a way that made him think about slipping his cock into her hot pussy. The faint scent of her arousal tickled his senses as she shifted, going to her knees on the seat next to him. With a hungry growl she pressed him back against the door, her lips devouring his while she rubbed herself against him like a cat.
    Even as he damned himself for doing this with her while she was drunk, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her nice, round ass. A shudder jerked through him when he squeezed her butt cheeks gently, loving the give of the warm flesh. He’d never felt anything as perfect as