Right now, with Daren pinning me down, looking at me like I’m the only meal he’s had all week, I feel like one lucky girl.

Maybe it’s crazy. Maybe this is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but when he asked me to do something young and stupid, every part of me screamed to let go. To be with him. To take a chance.

And right now, with him tossing my leg over the back seat and pushing my other leg farther apart with his shoulder, I’m both embarrassed to be this exposed to him and so turned on, I could come if he blew on my wet skin.

I’ve never been with a man like this, someone who just told me what he wanted and pushed me to go there. Someone who saw my desire and urged me to seek what felt good.

Why haven’t I? I’ve had lovers. But nothing has ever come close to the way my body feels when it’s being tugged apart by Daren Sloan.

Yes, we had all kinds of sex last weekend, but I’d drunk too much. The memory of what we did came to me in waves all week. But I couldn’t appreciate it in the moment like I am now.

He kisses his way down my body, and I feel dizzy. From the sound of rain beating down on the roof of the car. From Daren pressing me into the damp leather. From his cologne and the scent of his skin. Dizzy and falling. Fast.

When he reaches my now bare skin, a wicked smile lights his eyes. “Your hot little pussy is going to feel so good like this.” And then his mouth reaches me in the most erotic kiss I’ve ever seen.

My hands tangle in his soft hair, and he angles lower. His eyes find mine as he takes a long lick. That’s all it takes for me to shatter apart, but then he sticks two large fingers in me, and I’m coming harder, so hard that white spots dot my vision.

His name leaves my lips in a sharp cry as I arch my back off the seat. “Fuck. Fuck!” My head thrashes as I writhe beneath him. “Come here. Get in me. Right. Now.”

When he gets up, I can barely stand the loss, but I hear a zipper, and a wrapper tears, and then he’s back, pressing my legs wider.

He angles at my entrance, and I hook a leg around his hips and pull him in.

He’s so thick and hard, I almost can’t take it. But I want it. The pressure. The way he stretches me to the brink. He sinks deeper and my breath catches.

“This. God, this,” I gasp. My hands claw at his back. I’m lost, so lost in how he feels. In how I feel when I’m with him.

The groan that rumbles in his chest makes me more frantic, but he sinks even deeper and then stills.

In a pained voice, he asks if I’m okay. I nod and nudge him with my hips. He chuckles and then pulls up on his arms so he can look down where we’re joined, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of him pulling out of me. Back and forth. So slowly. Wow. That’s… hot.

He’s almost all the way out when he faces me again and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “How do you want it, babe?”

“Hard. Please, hard.”

And then he moves, pushing into me so swiftly that my body slides up the seat. His hands grip my hips, holding me down as he sinks in and out, but what sets me off again is when he leans down to bite my neck. I can’t help the cry from my lips or the way I clutch him to me. Because nothing has ever felt so good as when he brings me to this breaking point.

He must agree because he’s swelling inside of me, and a minute later, I can feel the pulse of his release as he collapses on my body.

Holy mother of orgasms.

After a few minutes, he pulls me on top of him, where I listen to the strong beat of his heart. The rain comes down, a soothing pattern on the roof of the car that lulls me into an even drowsier state.

“We should get going,” he says as he draws lazy circles on my back. “Come back with me. Stay the night.”

“Mm. I have an early morning.” My head is still blissed out.

“I’ll set an alarm. Stay with me. We can just sleep, but I want you in my bed tonight.”

I close my eyes, unprepared for the fluttering in my chest. I should tell him no. I should go home, sleep between my own sheets. But there’s something vulnerable in his voice that makes me want to tell him yes.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “So you want me to choose young and stupid again, huh?”

He chuckles, the rumble beneath me satisfying. “Yeah. That’s probably what this is, but I don’t care. You feel too good to care.”

I have to agree.

* * *

It’s still dark when the alarm goes off. When I open my eyes, I recognize the dark gray comforter and the arm wrapped around my chest. A small bolt of fear races through me, but as I think about the night before, about how sweet and caring Daren’s been, my apprehension melts away.

He loaned me a BC t-shirt last night, swearing that’s all he had, but I know he was just making me pay for all of those “friends don’t let friends go to BC” jokes I’ve told him. I thought coming back here would be awkward, especially since I let him violate my body six different ways in a public parking lot, but he was so easy-going and fun, I forgot to be uptight. Thank God for tinted windows.

When we got to his place, he made me hot chocolate and snuggled me up on his giant bed and then tickled me until I was laughing so hard, I snorted. Yes, so ladylike. But that only made him laugh harder and then he kissed me until I was practically begging him to have sex with me again. What kind of girl does that? Me, apparently. And the jerk made me say, “Pretty please, Daren, stick your big dick in me.”

Of course, I said it.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I try to scoot out from under his arm, but it just tightens.

“Where you going, Wildcat?” he asks gruffly in my ear.

“To work out, remember? And then I have to get to the studio. Sorry to wake you up.” My whole body aches, and my girlie garden is still having aftershocks from last night, but I need to stay on schedule. I roll into him and brush his bangs off his forehead and lean down to kiss him between his eyebrows before I can second-guess the gesture. “Go back to sleep.”

“Wait. I’ll come with you.”

“What?”

“I’ll go running with you. That’s what you do in the mornings, right?” He rubs his eyes and then gives me the sweetest smile.

“Don’t you have practice later? And a game Sunday night?”

“Yeah. So? Today is a light practice, and I’m probably only gonna play one quarter.”

He starts to get up, but I put two hands on him to hold him back. “No. Nope. You can’t do this.” I’m suddenly wide awake. “You’re on a very specific workout plan. I don’t care what you think you’re playing on Sunday. You don’t know for sure. What if you end up playing half of the game or more and you’re tired from running with me today? I can’t have that on my conscience.”

The grin on his face is so adorable, I make a mental picture of it.

“That’s really considerate of you. But I assure you I can handle it.”

Then he pulls me down on top of him, and I laugh. He kisses my neck, and I groan. “No. No, you aren’t coming with me.”

He nips my skin, and I feel him harden between us.

“Let me give you a workout. I promise you’ll use your leg muscles. On all fours.”

Then he slaps my ass before he rubs the offended skin. A throb grows between my legs as he moves my thighs down to straddle him.

“Did… Did you just spank me?”

He grunts in my ear. “Yeah, and I’m fully planning on doing it again if you try to get out of my bed right now.”

I sit up on him and his grip on my thighs tightens. Bracing my hands on his chest, I laugh. “So you think you’re the only one who gets to punish around here?” I rotate my hips in a slow circle, the thin fabric of his boxers separating us.

His eyes darken and his fingers sink deeper into my skin.

Pulling my shirt up so he can see my bare skin grinding on him, I say, “What if this is as close as I let you get this morning?”

He watches as my thighs pull his boxers taut over his impressive length. If I had any shame, I’d be embarrassed that he can probably feel how wet I am, but I’m pretty sure I left my modesty on the floor of his car with my underwear.

He laughs. “I’d say it’s still one hell of a way to wake up.”

And then he pulls me down to him and gives me my morning workout.