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actually follow through. He can see the pulse ticking in her neck. “Eli,” she warns one more time.
    “You keep saying that,” he observes mildly, turning his wrist and tracing the shape of her with one gentle finger. Addie gasps, widening her stance almost imperceptibly to give him room. Even through the fabric she is so, so warm. He’s barely even rubbing, not enough for actual friction, but when he brushes her clit she whimpers out loud.
    “Shh,” Eli murmurs, kissing her for real now—fuck, he wants to kiss her for ages , wants to take her home and lick his way into her mouth until he can tell what kind of toothpaste she uses. Wants to suck on her tongue until she squirms. He gets closer, palms one heavy breast with his free hand—a sport bra then, definitely, everything locked and loaded under the spandex. He imagines rucking her shirt up, pulling it down. “Somebody’s gonna hear, remember?”
    “Ugh, I hate you,” Addie complains, reaching up and winding her arms around his neck. Standing face to face like this, she’s shorter than he thought. She’s got physical presence. Addie Manzella is somebody you’d notice when she walked into a room full of people. Eli doesn’t know how it took him so long to do just that. “You’re the worst.”
    “Don’t say you hate me,” he chides quietly, working her harder. He thinks of last night, how she balked when he tried to get his mouth between her legs. “That’s not nice.”
    Addie bites the collar of his T-shirt, tongue pressing against the cotton. “Guess I’m not nice then.” She’s using his shoulders for leverage, going up on her tiptoes to get a better angle on his fingers. Eli gives her one firm stroke, top to bottom, and her mouth drops open helplessly. “Shit, Eli. We really can’t be doing this here.”
    Eli grins, kissing her again. “So?” he says. “Stop me.” Her nipples are tightening up, he can feel the change in texture through her sport bra. He tries pinching, but the spandex is holding her too firmly to get any purchase. “You hate it so much, stop me.” He’s getting hard himself, has been sitting at half-mast since basically the second he touched her. He sucks on her chin, chances sliding a few fingers under her waistband.
    “Oh my God.” Right away Addie stands up even taller, forcing his hand farther into her pants. There’s hardly any room to maneuver, all that clinging fabric. “Fast, okay? You got me all—so just do it fast.”
    “I got you all , huh?” Eli asks, worming his hand down to cup her fully. He opens her up as best he can with one finger and yeah, she’s not kidding—she’s slick as a river. Eli hisses through his teeth. “Gotta take care of that, then.” He’s pretty sure he’s walking away from this encounter with blue balls, what with her not here ’s and her so just do it fast ’s, Addie Manzella the pillow queen. He doesn’t give a single fuck.
    “Come on,” Addie whines, rubbing herself against his knuckles. “Hurry up.”
    Eli sinks his teeth into her bottom lip, tugging lightly. She makes him nuts, this woman. She’s a piece of work like nobody he’s ever been with before in his life. He gives her what she’s after for a minute, works a finger inside her tight slippery body. Then—and he knows, he knows he’s being an asshole but she started it—he tugs the yoga pants down over her hips.
    Addie’s eyes go full-moon wide, her whole body taut and rigid. “What the heck are you doing ?” she hisses. Then, when he sinks down onto his haunches in front of her, hooking an arm around her leg for access, “Eli. You can’t .”
    Eli looks up at her, shrugging. He’s going for casual even though it’s pretty much the opposite of how he’s feeling right now, her smell and that dark hair between her legs; he was wrong about the underwear, this practical gray pair bunched with the leggings around her olive-pale thighs. “You wanna get off or not?”
    “I—” Addie bangs the