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“I can’t say it.”
“The hell you can’t. Spill it.”
“No, I …”
He couldn’t tell if she was being a tease or if she was embarrassed. After the dressing room, this was odd behavior. “What do you want to do after we leave here?”
That got her attention. She turned back to him. “Ummm … You.”
“Good. I wanna do you, too. But we’re not leaving here until you tell me what comes after the ‘and’.”
Her mouth dropped open for a split second before she closed it. “That’s not nice.”
“I didn’t say anything about nice.”
“You make me wetter than any man I’ve ever known.”
“Is that what—”
“Yes. I creamed my panties when I saw you. Felt them get all wet as I watched you looking around. Every other guy paled in comparison. I told Jackie I couldn’t wait on you. That I couldn’t talk to you.”
“What’d she say?”
“She smiled at me, gave me a wink, and said she understood.”
He shook his head. “I should’ve known. I bet she started matchmaking right then and there.”
“Yes.”
“We need to go. Now.” And lucky for them, their waitress chose that moment to stop and drop off the check. Jaz didn’t hesitate in picking it up. He tossed a few bills down for the tip and held his hand out for Mandi. When she took it, he pulled her up against him. “And we’re even too.”
“What do you mean?”
“You give me more hard-ons than any woman I’ve ever known.”
The surprise in her eyes and the smile that crossed her lips threatened his composure. There was no doubt that a little screwing, fucking, and making love the rest of the night was on his agenda. But … If she continued looking at him as though he was a big ol’ prize ? They wouldn’t make it further than the wall outside.
“Stop it. Put that look away.” Jaz took her hand and tugged her along after him. He stopped at the front counter and waited as the cashier rang up the order and took his money.
Mandi put her hand on his shoulder and leaned up against his side. One of her nipples rubbed against his arm, and he bit back a groan. “Keep the change,” he growled around a smile. He likely scared the crap out of the poor woman, though, then steered Mandi out the doors. “You’re such a tease.”
He pressed her against the trunk of his car, ground himself against her, and crushed his lips against hers. He worked at her mouth, which still tasted of syrup, and gripped her body in his hands, itching to get his dick inside her. He wasn’t going to be able to wait until they got back to … He didn’t even know where the hell they were going. He only knew he needed someplace close and private.
“In the car. Get those jeans down to your ankles and spread those sexy legs when you get in. Now.”
“Jaz, I …”
“Oh hell no. Don’t pull that innocent shit with me. You’ve been doing it all night, one minute the hot-as-fuck vixen, the next the sweet girl next door. I’m on to you and I’m going to be in you.” He propelled her to the passenger side and opened the door for her. “Now, Mandi. I can’t hold on much longer, and I want that heat, that wetness on my fingers.”
“That’s likely not going to help you hold on.”
He was going to lose his mind. He popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
He ushered her into the seat for the second time that night and shut the door. She lifted her hips and did exactly as he’d asked, except … Goddamn. She pushed her panties down too. She spread those lush thighs apart as far as she could and turned her head to look up at him, that sexy smile on her mouth.
She was going to leak all over his brand-spanking-new vinyl seat.
His cock was going to leak all over the inside of his jeans.
