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like pretty things, don’t you,” she murmurs.
    And, just like that , I’m leaning across the seat toward her. My body is reacting to her every move, her every word, and I can’t hold back anymore. I’m desperate for a taste of her, for the feel of her skin beneath my hands. I anchor a hand back in her thick hair and pull her mouth beneath mine.
    When our lips meet, the spark when we first touched explodes into a flaming inferno. She tastes of grease and salt and the faintest tang of something carnal and purely female. I press my tongue inside her mouth, and I can feel her sharp intake of breath. I squeeze the handful of hair and she whimpers slightly as I pull a bit harder. I’m trying to slow down, to keep my other hand in check, but the best I can do is keep it away from her bare legs, splayed open on the seat. Instead, I twine my fingers deeper into her hair, devouring her mouth with even greater fervor. Her body responds, arching toward me, and I can feel the tautness of her limbs—primed and ready to fight or fuck, it’s impossible to tell which. And I don’t fucking care.
    When we break apart briefly, gasping for air, she quickly reaches for my shirt, pulling me close again. Our foreheads are inches apart, and as I breathe in, I realize where the lavender scent is coming from. I slide my nose down her jaw, ducking into her neck, and inhale. The scent consumes me. I look up to see that her eyes are closed, the pale lashes folded against the delicate skin of her cheeks. I release one hand and let my fingertips flit across her eyelids, her cheekbones, down to her lips. I trace their outline with my thumb, applying only the slightest of pressure. I’m trying so hard to be gentle, trying not to consume her all at once. It’s like trying to slow down a freight train.
    Suddenly, she parts her lips and takes my thumb inside. Her soft tongue probes down the length of it, wrapping itself around the skin and then releasing. My cock is rearing its head in ferocious jealousy, and my heart goes fucking crazy inside my chest.
    “Fuck, Skylar.”
    “Mmm,” she moans, letting her tongue flick out against my skin.
    “What do you want?” I whisper to her.
    “This.”
    Eyes half closed, she sucks each one of my fingers slowly, knuckle to tip. When she gets to the last one, my entire body surges forward. I need her. I need to feel her skin, her heat, her delicious wetness. I need to know what she feels like when she comes. I need to know what she tastes like even more than that.
    “I thought we didn’t know each other,” Skylar murmurs, but she doesn’t stop me as I reach down between her legs. I can feel the heat there, the tender vulnerability of the skin between her thighs. The thin material of her panties is damp against my fingers as she slides a hand down and pushes them aside.
    “You’re sure you want this?”
    I force her to open her eyes, to look into my face. I need her to know who is doing this, touching her. I need her to know that it’s me making her body feel this way.
    Leaning past my cheek, her lips brush the inside of my ear as she whispers.
    “I’ve been sure all night. Let’s live a little.”

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    Skylar
    W hen his fingers plunge inside me, my body ignites. Heat rushes to my core, and every muscle clenches around his hand. He gently exhales as his thumb circles my clit, and shivers race up my spine. The spicy, leathery smell of the car’s interior is all up in my head, and the sensation of his fingers teasing me, dipping in and trailing out, is almost more than I can bear.
    I’ve been with plenty of guys before, and they’re always in a hurry, racing to the next step, trying urgently to get you off so that they can get off. But this . . . this is something entirely different. His fingers are slow, so slow I’d wonder if he is afraid to touch me, except for the deliberateness of them, the exquisite knowledge of exactly where to probe to make me tremble.
    And the expressions on Jackson’s