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He leans in, grabs me by the neck, and kisses me. I can still taste myself on his lips.

“Yeah. And that was the hottest damn sight I’ve ever witnessed. Shame I can’t ever clean my car again.”

I giggle, and he kisses me again.

“I’ve never squirted before,” I whisper.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans.

“You’re serious? Never? I’m the first?”

That excitement in his voice makes my chest bloom with warmth.

“I saved it for you. Now take me to bed, baby,” I whisper.

“I can’t wait to see what else I can make you do.” He grins, pulling away and lifting me off the hood to help me into the passenger seat.

“Such a gentleman. Hey, I thought I was driving?”

He chuckles.

“After how hard you just came? I don’t think your legs can take the drive.” He pauses and licks his lip.

“And I’m a gentleman most of the time, yes. But what I’m going to do to you all night is far from that, trouble.”

I snap my mouth closed and squeeze my thighs together, which makes him chuckle.

That’s what I love.

We can flit between laughing, making each other come, being emotional, and peeling back our layers. And every single part we expose only connects us deeper.

He’s the match.

And I’m the spark.

Together, we burn bright.

Chapter 43

CONAN

Song, I Feel Like I’m Drowning, Two Feet.

The sun shines bright through the windows, warm and unrelenting, and I pull Hallie tighter against my chest.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

She stirs against me, her body a perfect fit, her voice husky as sin.

“Good morning, beastie.”

The sound of it, rough and ruined from how hard I made her scream last night. It sends electricity down my spine. She’s wrecked and still radiant. And fuck, all I can think about is how much I need to wake up like this again.

Preferably every damn day.

I exhale slowly, heart thudding, a wave of nerves crashing over me.

“Hallie…”

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