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near to desperation. She hadn’t expected this; she might have yearned for it, but she hadn’t dared to hope for it.
    As Mike led her to a car parked in the lot of a brightly lit convenience store, Leandra tried to think past the roaring in her head.
    What am I doing?
    Her fangs had slid out the moment he had touched her, and they throbbed, aching in their sockets. She could smell him, not just his skin, but him, the very essence of life that flowed in his veins. He opened the door, and she paused a second at that small courtesy as he ushered her inside.
    When he climbed in the driver’s side a second later, she stared at him. Part of her wanted to ask where they were going, but she didn’t dare speak. This all felt like a dream, too sweet, too hot to be real, and if it shattered around her, Leandra had a bad feeling she just might start crying and never stop.
    Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the headrest and tried to calm the nervous butterflies that had taken up residence in her belly. When his hand landed on her thigh, way high up on her thigh, she quivered and opened her eyes, turning her head to stare at him.
    Mike continued to stare at the road, but she could see the faint glow in his eyes. His control seemed about as shaky as hers. Oddly, that calmed the nerves in her belly just a little. With a wicked smile, she arched against his hand.
    From the corner of his eye, she saw him glance at her, and then he stroked his fingers down her crotch before trailing them back up and finding the button of her pants. As he flicked it open, Leandra gasped, slumping just a little in the car seat.
    His hand felt hot against her skin as he slid his fingers past the waistband and inside the lace of her panties. “Lace,” he whispered softly, a smile curving his lips. “What color?”
    She had to think for a second to even remember how to speak, much less what the hell she had put on that morning. “Black,” she finally murmured. “I think.”
    Mike laughed, the sound low and husky in the silence of the car. As they sped down the highway, he slid his fingers ever lower. “Put the back of the seat down,” he ordered, and she blindly obeyed, using the lever on the side to lower it until she lay flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “You think? Don’t remember, huh?”
    Remember? What in the hell was to remember? She couldn’t think—not with his hands on her.
    A harsh breath hissed past his lips as he touched his fingers to the wet folds between her thighs. Leandra keened weakly, arching into his touch. Through the roaring in her ears, she distantly heard him swear and say, “You’re wet—so wet.”
    He started to rotate his thumb around the aching bud of her clit, swearing. “Damned clothes.”
    Leandra wasn’t thinking as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her pants and panties were gone. Mike laughed and pushed her thighs wider. “That may not have been a wise move, kitten,” he whispered. “I’m likely to crash since I can’t seem to keep my eyes on the road.”
    The car stayed on the road, but Leandra wasn’t sure she would have noticed, not with the way Mike was using his fingers on her. His thumb flicked her clit, and he fucked two fingers in and out of her pussy, quick, demanding motions that had her breathless and tearing at the seat beneath her, clutching at the molded plastic of the door, anything that might help her stay in one piece.
    She exploded against his hand, going limp against the seat. Leandra was still sobbing for breath as his hand left her. Through the fringe of her lashes, she watched him lift his hand and slide his fingers inside his mouth.
    His voice was conversational, even casual as he drawled, “You do realize I’m going to eat you up in about three minutes.”
    Seconds later, they turned off the road, and Leandra blinked at the sudden gleam of streetlights. She flushed, trying to remember what the hell she’d done with her pants. “Try the