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“I’m not doing anything, Zach. I just wanted to feel your touch.”

“And I just want to pull this car over right this second.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t—”

The tires screech as he whips us into the parking lot that just so happens to be right next to us. He expertly parks us between two big SUVs before pushing his seat back and unbuckling us both.

Before I know it, I’m straddling him and his tongue is in my mouth, his hands pulling my hair out of the ponytail I had it in.

We’re grinding and pulling at each other, trying to get as close as possible.

My skirt is now around my waist and his hands are gripping my ass cheeks, dragging me closer. The sounds of our harsh breaths fill the car.

“Zach…” I moan, his dick sliding against my underwear, hitting me in all the right places. “This is…oh my god.”

“I know, I know.”

Our once frenzied movements turn languid as we come down from the rush of…well, everything.

“Delia,” Zach says, kissing his way from right under my ear to my lips before ripping his mouth away and placing his forehead against mine. “I think we need to stop. I want you—bad—but I don’t think our first time should be in a car.”

Once again, my breaths are coming in so sharp, all I can do is nod.

Zach pulls his head away from mine and our eyes connect for the first time since I landed in his lap. His normally bright green gaze is dark, needy. I’m certain my own stare matches his at this moment.

He glances around the parking lot and snickers.

“Oh shit. Do you realize we just dry humped in the parking lot of a restaurant that’s currently hosting kid’s night?”

I blink, confused, and peek around. “Oh…oops.”

“Oops is right,” he says, pulling his hands off my ass and out from under my skirt. “We should be on our way before some poor parents peek inside the car.”

“I’m not looking for any public indecency charges, so that’s a great idea.” I slide back over into my seat, pushing my skirt down and covering as much of my legs as I can. “No more touching for the rest of the ride.”

“FYI, I’m going to speed. Buckle up.”

I smirk, pull the seat belt back around me, and revel in the anticipation coursing through me.

Fifteen

The tensionbetween us is palpable by the time Zach pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park.

He switches off the ignition and turns toward me.

“Are you sure about this, Delia?”

“Zach, I just about screwed your brains out in a parking lot. I’m sure about this.”

“And you don’t think it’s too soon? You won’t regret this tomorrow?”

I lean in as close as my seat belt will allow and give him a seductive smile. “Give me a reason or three not to.”

His nostrils flare, and before I know it, he’s out of the car and ripping open my door, helping me from the seat and rushing me toward his house.

“Is Robbie home?” I ask on our way up the path.

“Better fucking not be,” Zach mutters.

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