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  Vanni went for Smiley’s mouth. They were in the roomy backseat of the SUV and alone. The windows were tinted and she hoped no one could see in. He kissed her with enough passion to steal her breath. She wiggled on his lap, frantic to come again.

  Smiley broke his mouth from hers, leaving both of them panting. “I’m rolling you. Spread your thighs.”

  She didn’t want to let him go but he forced the issue when he gripped her hips and lifted her, turning at the same time. She fell back flat on the leather seat and he scooted all the way to the door, still holding her. One of her legs was trapped between his hips and the back of the seat. He jerked her closer, until her ass was against his side.

  “Open up for me.”

  It was a struggle to do as he asked when she wanted to lunge up and climb on his lap again. He let go of her hips and fisted her skirt, shoving it up to her stomach, and used his other hand to grip her inner thigh and push it toward the front compartment. It hit the passenger-side seat. He released it and she cried out when his fingers snagged the center of her underwear. One strong tug and they were torn away. His thumb rubbed over the wet seam of her pussy and upward, caressing her clit.

  Vanni threw back her head at the teasing touch and arched her hips. “Yes.”

  “I’m here. Trust me to take care of you.”

  It felt too good and she thrashed on the seat, clawing at the leather above her head. She didn’t want to dig her nails into Smiley and hurt him. It was the only sane thought she had. It might cause him to stop playing with her throbbing clit. It was the center of her world at that moment, aching so much it seemed her heart had traveled down there and she was sure he could take her pulse.

  His hand returned to her hip, shoving her down to keep her flat on the seat. Vanni closed her eyes. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense and then she cried out, coming hard. She sucked in air and would have screamed if Smiley hadn’t released her hip and bent forward, his hand clamping down over her mouth.

  She opened her eyes, staring into his. They were barely discernible in the dim SUV. His face was just a shadow but she could make out the shape of his eyes. His thumb circled her clit, causing her to jerk as the climax continued to roll through her. She grabbed at his wrist, just needing to touch him.

  He pulled his fingers from her clit and lifted his hand away from her mouth. “Sorry. There’s someone on the roof of the hotel and you looked about ready to scream. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  She lay spent, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were spread open and her skirt was bunched around her waist. Smiley lay half over her while her sprawled position took up most of the bench seat. She hoped he couldn’t see her face any better than she could see his. Heat rose to her cheeks. The desire to close her legs and shove her skirt down to cover her exposed pussy was strong but she couldn’t muster the strength to do it.

  “I’m sorry I got aggressive.”

  She winced. “Me too.”

  “It’s the drug. Go ahead and pull my hair, tear my shirt and bite me all you want.”

  It sank in that she’d done all those things as memory surfaced. She released his wrist and reached up, feeling the front of his tank top. It was torn open and she felt his warm skin.

  “I’m so sorry.” She tried to see his neck where she’d been kissing him, wondering if she’d done more than lightly nip him, but couldn’t make it out. “I bit you?”

  “You can’t hurt me, Vanni. It felt good.”

  Her gaze lowered between them but the shiny ring on her left hand snagged her attention. Reality bitch-slapped her. “Oh my god, I’m engaged.”

  The sound Smiley made was a growl and groan combined. “I saw the ring but hoped it was just jewelry.”

  She closed her eyes. Carl would never forgive her for what she’d done with Smiley. He’d be furious and hurt. It wouldn’t matter why it had happened or that she hadn’t meant to fool around with someone else.

  Chapter Three

  “Vanni?”

  She looked at Smiley when he shifted over her. He rose enough for some of the light in the alley to reach his face and she could make out his gorgeous brown eyes again. She hated the sad look in them.

  “We can ride this out without me entering you. I can handle myself and take care of you while we suffer the effects of the drug. Just don’t be offended. I’m in serious pain.”

  “You are?” She felt stupid and selfish hearing that. “I forgot that you’re drugged too.”

  “Yes. I need release or I might snap. I respect your status with another male and don’t want you to hate me. I just don’t want you afraid when I free my dick. I’m not going to force you to take me. Don’t look.”

  He’s going to masturbate. No guy had ever done that in front of her before. She averted her gaze when he sat up and unfastened his pants. He lifted off the seat to shove his pants down enough to get them out of the way. Curiosity was strong but she resisted. He sat back down and his bare skin rested against the side of her leg, which was between him and the seat. He turned a little and cleared his throat.

  “You’re safe with me.”

  She braved looking at his face. “I understand.” It was probably the most awkward moment of her life. She was half naked and he had his lap exposed. They were practically strangers. Her clit started to heat up and her nipples beaded. She was learning the signs.

  “It’s about to happen again.” Her breathing increased, her stomach muscles quivered and a dull pain began to build between her thighs. “When will this drug leave our systems?”

  “It could be hours.”

  “I won’t survive it.”

  “You will.”

  His hand caressed her thigh and she bit her lip. “That feels good.”

  “May I enter you with my fingers? I’m afraid you’re going to hurt tomorrow if I continue to only touch you here.” His thumb brushed across her sensitive clit.

  Instant pleasure shot through her just from that light touch. She nodded. The damage was done. She’d already cheated on Carl. She reached up and gripped the edge of the seat, fighting the temptation to squirm under his thumb to keep him stroking her. The pain returned with a vengeance.

  “Smiley,” she panted, “it’s getting bad.”

  He drew circles with the pad of his thumb across the bud of her sex and she adjusted her thigh to keep her legs open. The seat under her moved a little when Smiley turned toward her.

  “Look at me, Vanni.”

  She locked gazes with him and moaned when he turned his hand enough to brush his fingers against the folds of her pussy. He cupped her there and his fingertip gently breached her pussy. She arched against him, wanting more. It was incredible and she moaned.

  “You’re so tight.” His voice deepened. “My dick is envious.”

  She turned her head, unable to fight the temptation anymore. It took some twisting on the seat but she stole a glance at his lap. It was in shadow but she could make out his cock. He was big and his other hand was wrapped around the base. It fascinated her and she couldn’t look away.

  He inserted his finger deep inside her and she cried out. Amazing. His motion changed from drawing light circles across her clit to rubbing up and down while he fucked her with his thick digit. She rolled her hips, straining to meet his slow pace. The sight of him fisting his cock and stroking it to the same tempo as his finger turned her on more.

  “Faster,” she urged, wanting to come fast and hard.

  “I don’t want to be too rough.”

  Vanni let go of the seat and reached down and grabbed his wrist. She bucked her hips wildly, riding his finger. His thumb slipped off her clit but it didn’t matter. The feel of him inside her, any part of him, was enough to have her thrashing and moaning, lost in fervor.

  He responded by groaning deeply and she grew excited watching his hand pump his cock faster. It was hotter than hell to her and she wished there was better lighting. His cock looked thicker and bigger than any guy she’d ever slept with. She
imagined what it would feel like to have him stretching her pussy and she climaxed, crying out his name.

  Her vaginal muscles seized around his finger, twitching strongly enough that she was aware of every one. Smiley tore his wrist away, withdrawing his finger abruptly. He grabbed his cock with both hands. She watched him wrap his fingers around the shaft. He threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. He didn’t make a sound but his entire body jerked and she looked down, watching him shoot his release. Thick streams of semen jetted out before he wrapped the head of his cock within his palm and turned away on the seat. It left her staring at his wide shoulders. He quivered a few times and his breathing was erratic.

  Smiley recovered faster than she did. He straightened in the seat, his back still turned, and pulled his torn tank top over his head. She guessed he used it to clean up. He finally faced her and their eyes met.

  “Are you okay?”

  It stunned her that he was concerned for her. “Yes.”

  “Don’t be afraid.”

  She wasn’t. Not even when he shifted on the seat and came down on top of her. He braced his arms on both sides of her and his face hovered inches above hers. He was close enough to kiss. Her vision must have adjusted to the dimness because she could make out his features a lot better than before.

  “I don’t have lotion.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’re soaked, babe. I need to rub against you to coat myself or I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

  It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. She felt her cheeks heat up and hated the way she blushed so easily. “Oh. I understand.”

  He shifted a little more and she was surprised when his cock rubbed against her pussy. He’d just come but he was still rock-hard. He didn’t even need to use his hands but instead adjusted his hips to slide the shaft along her slit. Her gaze locked with his and she again realized just how sexy he was. The streetlight coming in through the front of the SUV illuminated his face clearly.

  The pain hadn’t returned yet but she wanted to kiss him. He rolled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her clit. She moaned and he froze.

  “Don’t do that,” he rasped. “You have no idea how much I want you. I’d die just to possess you once. You’re so beautiful, Vanni.”

  No man had ever said that before. It might just be a line he used but the sincere look in his eyes made her believe him. She didn’t plan to touch his face but it happened anyway. She just couldn’t resist cupping his cheeks.

  “Really?”

  “I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

  She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to the ring on her left hand. She let go of his face and reached behind him. She tugged the engagement ring but it didn’t want to budge. Vanni was persistent. When the band slid off, she let it drop to the floor of the SUV.

  Smiley moved to the right a little and stared down at the discarded ring. He frowned then looked at her. “Why did you do that?”

  “I’m too honest and will have to tell my fiancé about what happened between us. He’ll never marry me. It’s over.”

  “He can’t blame you if you had no part in our drugging.”

  “You don’t know him. I don’t think I knew him as well as I thought either, until recently. It’s okay. I think I’m doing both of us a favor by taking that off.”

  A hot flash hit and she closed her eyes, breathing through it. Smiley lifted to put more room between their bodies and sat up. She reached out a hand and he grasped it, holding on tightly.

  “It’s going to pass. I’m right here with you.”

  She opened her eyes and used his tight grip to pull herself into a sitting position. She had to scoot away from him a little to do it. “I need you.”

  “Lie back down.”

  Her hands trembled as she gripped her shirt, trying to get it off but feeling too shaky to undress. Sweat poured off her. “Get these clothes off me.”

  He hesitated.

  “Please?”

  He brushed her hands aside and yanked her shirt over her head. His gaze lowered to her bra and he licked his lips.

  “All of it. Please. I’m so hot.”

  “I could turn on the engine and run the air-conditioning.”

  “Please?” Panic gripped her. “I’m burning up!”

  He leaned forward, reached around her, unclasped the bra and tugged it off with an efficiency that bespoke experience. The skirt came off next, the elastic waist making it simple for him to tug it down her legs. Her panties were destroyed and she had no idea where her shoes were. She couldn’t remember losing them but they were gone.

  “Fuck.” Smiley didn’t try to hide his thorough examination of her bare body. “You’re perfect.”

  The hot flash passed and she wished she’d kept some of her clothes on. Carl had gifted her with a gym membership to lose fifteen pounds before their upcoming wedding. Smiley didn’t seem to mind those extra curves as he openly admired her with a hungry expression. He didn’t point out her flaws. She reached for him.

  “Kiss me.”

  He hesitated. “We should partially cover you.”

  The rejection hurt her feelings and she shrank away. “I’m sorry.”

  He was there in an instant, scooting across the seat. “For what?”

  She drew up her knees in a sad attempt to cover her breasts and shield her pussy from his view. “I suck at being forward.”

  His fingers brushed her hair away from her shoulder and he stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. She smothered a moan. Her body was turned-on and she didn’t seem to have an off switch. To her senses, even the barest touches seemed amplified.

  “Vanni? Look at me.”

  It took courage but she did it. Their gazes locked.

  “Talk to me. How are you trying to be forward? I’m unsure of what you mean. Be blunt. What are you thinking?”

  She’d always been a bit shy and passive when it came to sex. Of course she’d never been dosed with a drug that made her breasts feel heavy and ache to be touched. Her pussy throbbed so much it was turning into real pain.

  “I took off the ring.” She swallowed. “I need you.” It was difficult to tell him that she wanted him to fuck her and she couldn’t get those exact words out. “You, um, don’t have to take care of yourself. We could help each other.”

  That soft growly groan he uttered was sexy and made her ache.

  “I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow after the drug is out of your system. You’ll regret it.”

  “Maybe.” She decided to be honest. “But tomorrow isn’t right now. And I won’t hate you. I’ll beat myself up if I have to blame someone. I want you.”

  “Are you certain?” He stopped stroking her arm.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you on the Pill or any form of birth control?”

  “Yes and I have a clean bill of health. What about you?”

  “Species don’t carry diseases.”

  She lowered her gaze to his chest. He was muscular and broad-chested. “You’re perfect too.” A stabbing pain shot up her spine. She clutched his upper arm. “It’s starting again.”

  He leaned closer and reached behind her seat. She wondered what he was doing until the seatback reclined. She collapsed with it and gasped. Smiley slid off the seat, breaking her hold on him, and fumbled with something near his legs. The front driver’s seat clicked and he shoved it forward. He straightened to his knees in the less cramped space between the seats and gripped her thighs. One tug and her ass slid to the edge of the leather. He wedged his hips between her spread thighs and bent over until his face hovered inches above her own.

  “I’ll be gentle.”

  She was about to have sex with a stranger. She always thought it would be impersonal and cold. It didn’t feel that way when he smiled. It put her at ease. Smiley didn’t just enter her, he kissed her instead. She wrapped one arm around his middle and the other over his shoulder, her hands exploring th
e expanse of his back. He was warm and had silky-soft skin, considering he looked so tough. He reached between them and massaged her clit.

  She tore her mouth away from his and moaned. “I hurt.”

  “Wrap your legs around me as high as possible.”

  She didn’t argue or question him but pulled her knees higher and clamped her inner thighs against his ribs. It trapped one of her arms under his but he pressed his weight down to pin her there when she tried to wiggle it free.

  “Just allow me to lead this, Vanni. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  The way he said it, so soft yet gruff, sent the good kind of chills down her spine. He stopped playing with her clit and she wanted to protest but before she could his cock brushed against the slit of her pussy.

  “Relax,” he urged.

  She wiggled, wanting him inside her too much to worry about his size. “I can’t.”

  He pressed tighter against her and she assumed he used his hand to guide his shaft to the perfect spot. He found it and surged forward. Vanni gasped, his cock stretching her vaginal walls as he pushed inside her. She was extremely wet and ready to take him but he froze.

  “Son of a bitch.”

  “Don’t stop.” She wasn’t sure what was wrong but she dug her heels into his lower spine. “Please.”

  He made another soft sound in his throat. “I couldn’t if the damn SUV caught fire. We’d burn. I’m just afraid I’m going to lose it and be too rough. You feel too good.”

  She bucked her hips. “I hurt for you.”

  He pressed deeper inside her and she cried out. He was really big. Her body seemed stretched beyond capacity. Concern hit her for a split second. He went deeper and she clawed his back, frantically wanting him to move faster. She’d been so sure it would hurt but he felt amazing.

  “Too slow,” she gasped.

  “I’m trying to be gentle, babe,” he murmured, his voice gruff. “Fuck. The drugs are making you swell inside. We’re going to kill each other. I’m terrified I’ll be too rough with you.”

  He was part animal and she had no idea what his version of rough was. It didn’t matter though, when he withdrew a little and adjusted his hips to drive into her again with a steady thrust. The pleasure overrode any fear. He found that G-spot she’d heard so much about but never had a guy find before. Her eyes widened in surprise and she cried out his name.