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We kissed like two demons possessed, all teeth and tongue. Our hips crashed and rolled against each other. Hands roamed, desperate to tear at clothes.
“I need to be inside you,” I confessed in a rough whisper, although it wasn’t a secret to her. I’d told her within minutes of officially meeting her that night at the bar.
“God, yes. Please,” she whimpered into my mouth.
I reached between us, hands fumbling with my belt buckle—
Laughter rang out close to us.
Then, a feminine voice: “Anyone seen Liv? She needs to hear this!”
We froze, chests racing.
Wide eyes locked on each other’s.
Slowly, Liv raised a finger to her lips.
My entire body raged, but I knew the truth of what was happening.
We were about to be caught.
If I didn’t let her go and put distance between us, we were going to be busted long before we even had a chance to explore each other and see where this went.
I knew damn well where I wanted it to go; the terror in Livana’s eyes told me she wasn’t ready.
Not for discovery.
Not for what I wanted.
Attraction and sex were one thing, but this girl wasn’t ready for the seriousness of my desires.
Desires I shouldn’t even be having about her, yet there was no stopping or denying them.
Walking away from her with my dick on the verge of exploding would kill a piece of my sanity, but I had to.
Because I wanted her, and I wanted her for more than just fucking.
And I still had to convince her of that.
Gritting my teeth, I put distance between our lower bodies, although our foreheads still touched. “I’m going to go around that side of the boulder”—I pointed toward my left, in the opposite direction I came from—“and eventually you can go back the other way.”
“Okay,” Liv mumbled, and the disappointment in her tone almost made me smile.
I pressed my lips to hers in a hard, parting kiss. “This isn’t over between us, Liv. Remember that.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever forget you snatching my soul out of my body with that tongue, big guy.”
God, I fucking wanted her.