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“Why?” she breathed defiantly even as her eyes devoured my mouth.

“Because you’redyingto. Take it, baby. Take what you want.”

Her ragged moan was music to my ears but hell for my cock. All the same, I let go of her, put the power in her hands and nearly roared with triumph as she leaped on me.

And goddamn it all to hell if she didn’t taste twice as heady, twice as decadent, as before.

It started with one hot little sound under her breath as my teeth grazed her bottom lip. A cross between a whimper and a sigh, it snaked down my groin, curled itself around my cock and stroked me into rigid life. And that was before I’d even tasted her properly. I nipped her again, resisting the urge to take a deeper, more satisfying bite.

The promise of more lay within, but I was more than content, for now, to just sample her plush lips. Over and over. To hear the tiny sounds turn into moans, to feel her strain toward me as her own hunger clawed at her.

Her hands delved beneath my jacket, clawed at my T-shirt before she slipped them underneath.

In that moment I stopped caring that we were in a public place.

A breath I didn’t remember holding expelled from me as her small nails dug into my skin. I suppressed a growl and fought the need to ravage, reminding myself that besides every shitty thing happening in her life, she hadn’t had sex in a while. Exhibiting even a fraction of the wild craving whipping through me might send her into retreat mode, and fuck if I was going to allow that to happen.

But God, she was exquisite. The way her lips clung to mine was driving me insane.

“Jesus, you taste amazing.” I couldn’t help the words from spilling out when we broke apart to get a hit of oxygen.

She tensed. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and trailed my tongue over her velvety skin. A sigh and a moan rewarded my effort.

I’ll stop in a minute.

We hadn’t finished our talk. Plus, we needed to put on the brakes before we were thrown out for public indecency.

Besides, I couldn’t sustain this much longer. Not without throwing my rules out the window, flattening her to the booth seat and delivering on every single promise and filthy fantasy I’d harbored since she walked into my life.

But Icoulddrag her a touch closer. Icouldslide one hand down her back and mould it around her pert little ass, reconfirm that her flesh was as tight and supple as I imagined.

I would stop. Right after she gave me another of those exceptionally indecent moans.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lily

HOLY. SHIT.

What the hell was happening to me? Why did Caleb only need to crook his finger before I threw common sense out the window and jumped him?

And these sounds I was making? Yeah, Ireallyneeded to stop moaning like a whore in church. But up until a minute ago, he’d let me take the lead in our little make-out session.

Then something flipped.

Now, the way he was using his mouth, his tongue, heck, his teeth? In the few times I let him kiss me, Mark’s teeth always managed to collide with mine, generating an unpleasant nails-on-a-chalkboard sensation.

Caleb knew how to use his. Little nips at the corner of my mouth that shot fire straight between my legs, even bites on the very tip of my tongue where I had no clue I was so sensitive.

Our previous encounters, I’d felt like I’d plugged into a steady current.Thiswas probably what it felt like to bungee jump off a helicopter over a live volcano after being injected with pure adrenaline.

Three numbskulls from the research department confessed to doing that once for the intense rush. I still believed they were completely insane, but if what they experienced was remotely close to what I was feeling now, then...yeah...I got why they would chase such a thrill.

Caleb’s tongue swiped between my lips, instantly igniting a yearning to feel it swiping between my legs on its way to concentrate on my clit, now throbbing insistently.

And God, his hand was kneading my ass in that superhot way again.

His hand slipped lower to the curve of my butt and nudged me closer until somehow, I was in his lap. Was that the slow grind of the thick erection against my thigh? Holy...God. He felt even bigger than this morning in the elevator.

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