I don’t know if he’s talking about my personality or my actual taste, but the tortured need in his voice makes heat spread through my body. I fumble to reach more of him over the center console that divides us, running my hand over the plane of his abs. I can feel them bunch and contract under my touch, and my breath picks up as I slide my hand lower.

His cock is straining hard against the confines of his jeans, and when I run my palm over it, he bucks up into my hand, wrenching his lips away from mine. “Oh, shit, Emma. Fuck.”

“Is something wrong? You don’t like it?” I murmur, pulling my hand away. I didn’t press that hard. Did I hurt him?

“No.” He catches my horrified look and lets out a choked laugh. “No to the first part. Not the second. Shit, I think I died for a second and went straight to heaven.”

Oh, thank fuck.

“What’s wrong then?” I ask, reaching for him again. I want to feel his hard heat against my palm again, want to make his whole body tense up.

Reese doesn’t stop me, letting me jack him off through the fabric of his pants with slow strokes. But his jaw muscles clench, and his hands tighten in my hair until he’s gripping the strands almost painfully. I like it though. I like that I can drive him this crazy.

“Nothing,” he grits out. “That’s fucking incredible.” His breath catches, and he hauls my face toward him to steal a desperate, hot kiss before drawing back and resting his forehead against mine. “But you need to stop, Ems. If you don’t, I’m gonna come right here. And not only would that be embarrassing as fuck for me, I don’t want to risk us getting caught. I know you’re here on a provisional scholarship thing, and I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

My heart does a funny little stutter in my chest at his words.

At the concern and tenderness in his tone.

He’s watching out for me. Protecting me.

“Have you come here before?” I ask jerking my chin slightly toward the small parking lot outside. It’s in a dark, out-of-the-way spot.

“Yeah.” I’m still running my hand over his cock, and he seems to have to work to form intelligible words, which makes a thrill of pride and desire flood me. “The guys and I have come here to smoke weed a few times.”

“And have you ever gotten caught?”

His green eyes darken in the dim light as he gazes at me. “No.”

“Has anyone ever walked by and seen you?”

“No.”

A small smile tilts my lips. Then, before I can talk myself out of following my reckless impulse, I crawl over the console toward him.

He catches the movement, and once again, he’s ready for me. Even as I’m maneuvering my way over the center console, he finds the lever on his seat and slides it back as far as it will go, giving me room to climb onto his lap between him and the steering wheel.

It’s a tight fit, and it’s not exactly the most graceful move, but as soon as I settle onto his lap, my legs straddling him, the hard line of his cock bumps against my sensitive clit—and everything else seems to fade away.

I want him. And I know if I open the car door, if I let the fresh night air in and the attraction and tension that bubbles between us out, I’ll talk myself out of this. My more sensible, smarter side will take over again, and I’ll go back up to the dorm and probably touch myself until my clit cries for mercy.

But I don’t want to do that.

I want Reese to touch me. I want to touch him.

He’s looking up at me like I’m the best, craziest thing he’s ever seen in his life, and it makes the arousal inside me build even higher. I want to be what he sees, just for tonight.

My lips find his again, and we kiss until we’re both breathless, gasping into each other’s mouths as our bodies grind against each other. We’re still fully clothed, but the tight confines of the car mean that we’re pressed together so tight I can feel him everywhere.

His hands slide under my sundress, and I’m so fucking glad I wore it tonight. I almost didn’t—it seemed too nice to wear just for doing laundry, but I decided to throw it on at the last minute.

And now it gives Reese perfect access as his hands skim over the bare skin of my waist and the soft fabric of my panties.

His fingers on my skin send sparks dancing through me. I’ve imagined scenarios like this more times than I’d like to admit, but the Reese of my imagination is nowhere as good as this.

His mouth feasts on mine while our hands travel with wanton impunity over each other’s bodies, touching anywhere and everywhere we can reach. When I start to rock against his hard cock, using it to take the edge off the ache building in my clit, Reese’s eyes fly wide.

He watches me, his nostrils flaring with every breath, and I’m so far gone, so desperate for relief, that I don’t stop.

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