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    I was outside, where a passerby might see me, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how it felt to have his hands on me again, his heat radiating over my skin. My insides were twisting and turning, muscles coiling into tight knots.
    Hands cupped under my ass, he lifted me, and I locked my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held on. My skirt was up over my hips, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let me go again, not now, not ever. No. I was his. He was mine. We’d figure everything else out later.
    His hands left my butt, and I heard the ziiip of a zipper. Ohmygod, was he going to…?
    He had my back pinned against the slightly angled face of the driver’s side window. We were standing between my car and a minivan. It was dark.
    But still I knew, even with the haze of need enveloping me almost completely, that someone could catch us at any moment.
    His fingers hooked the crotch of my panties. There was a sharp yank, and the sodden material gave way. Cool air caressed my heated flesh, making me shiver.
    “You aren’t going to hide from me again,” he said as he plunged his thick cock into me.
    “No, sir,” I promised, tipping my hips to meet his thrust. “Never again.”
    He slid deep. Full at last. Oh God, it felt so good, so right. Even here. Yes, here.
    “I’ll never hide again,” I promised. I meant it too, every word.
    “You should be punished.” He withdrew, to the tip then rammed deep again.
    “Yes.” A surge of carnal heat rushed through me. I was going to come already. I could feel it, tingles of a powerful climax buzzing and zapping through my body. “I’m sorry, sir. Punish me. Punish me hard.”
    He did. He took me without mercy, pounding into my tight tissues with all his might. I surrendered to his possession and let myself be carried away by a powerful orgasm, screaming his name as the first spasm wracked my body. I trembled and quaked, gasping for breath as his torment continued. He showed me no mercy, pushing me over the edge again, making me come a second time before finally reaching his own climax. He slammed his mouth over mine as he jerked his cock out of me. His low growl of satisfaction vibrated in my mouth, my head, my throat. Trembling all over, I clung to him and fought to catch my breath. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never even dreamed of doing anything like this.
    Sex in public?
    Ohmygod. I’d just had sex in public.
    While I huffed and puffed, he tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up. Then, holding me tenderly, he eased me to my feet and smoothed my skirt down. His gaze locked on mine.
    “I’m sorry,” I said, tears gathering in my eyes. I dragged my thumbs under my lashes then crossed my arms over my chest. “I was scared.”
    “Bristol.” Holding my hips, he pulled me into his arms. He kissed to top of my head and encased me in a warm embrace. “I want to protect you, if you’ll let me.” He cupped his hand under my chin, lifting it. “What were you scared of? Me?”
    “No, not you. I was scared of how you made me feel, how powerful my wanting for you is.”
    He caressed my cheek, thumbing away a tear that had dribbled down the side. “Baby, my wanting for you has been driving me mad for four weeks. I haven’t eaten. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I haven’t even started the renovations on the house yet because I can’t concentrate on anything but you. I’ve wondered where you were, what you were doing, why you wouldn’t call me. You see what you’ve done to me? You’ve tormented me, haunted me. And I’m thankful. You’ve given me a reason to live again, to think about tomorrow. To plan for next week, next month.”
    I’d never heard such beautiful words before. I was speechless.
    “Tell me you’re mine, Bristol. I need to hear you say it.”
    I looped my arms around his neck and rose up on tiptoes. He dipped his head down, lower, lower until our mouths were a breath