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nocturnal vision from his vampire side.
    She shakily said, “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”
    “I thought you wanted to.”
    “I did.” But that was before Tessa had messed with her mind. “We can get in trouble if we get caught. In the movies, either a cop conveniently comes by and flashes a light into the car or a serial killer appears on the scene and slashes the lovers to bits.”
    He chuckled. “This isn’t a movie.”
    “I know, but...”
    “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. If anyone else shows up, I’ll make us invisible to them.”
    “You can do that?”
    “I can do anything with magic.”
    “Almost anything,” she corrected. He couldn’t wave his hand and make either of them fall in love. Not true love. Not lasting love. That had to come from within.
    He reached for her. “I’ve been desperate to be with you all night.”
    “Me, too,” she admitted, her resolve shattering.
    He kissed her, hungrily, and she climbed across the console and onto his lap. They groped like teenagers on prom night, only today’s teens had enough sense to rent hotel rooms. She rubbed him through his jeans, then popped the snap and unzipped them, freeing his cock. From there, they got in the backseat, giving themselves more room.
    Taking the lead, she nudged him down and lowered her head, licking the length of his shaft and making him shiver. She rolled her tongue around the tip, too, teasing, playing.
    He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, and she gave him a naughty blow job, enjoying every big, hard inch. He thrust forward, fucking her mouth. She sucked and sucked, but he didn’t come. The man had stamina.
    Finally, he made her stop. “Your turn to lie down, Marie.”
    Eager, she reclined on the backseat, lifted her dress, and removed her panties, expecting him to return the oral favor.
    Instead he said, “Touch yourself.”
    His nocturnal vision added a strangely evocative element. A voyeuristic edge.
    Reaching down, she stroked her clit, moving in soft little circles.
    “That’s nice. Does it feel good?”
    “Yes.” Good. Sexy. Warm. She liked that he was watching.
    “Keep doing it. Be bad for me.”
    She continued, eager to please him. His voice was creamy hot, the fantasy too delicious to refuse. Being bad appealed to her. She stroked a little faster. She took her other hand and opened her nether lips so he could see the moisture inside.
    “That’s my girl,” he said. “Give me a taste.”
    She offered him her fingers, and while he licked her sticky digits, she lost her breath.
    He upped the ante, as he always did. “Lift your legs in the air.”
    “Like this?” She did her best, given the tight quarters.
    “Perfect.”
    Zoom! In the next perilous instant, a pair of what felt like leather restraints shot down from the headliner and clamped her ankles.
    While she was bound, Nicholas gave her the oral pleasure she’d expected earlier. He ate her until she came, until heat washed over her body and pinpricks of passion flooded her core.
    Then he did the unthinkable. He whispered, “ Gvgeyuhi . I love you.”
    Marie prayed for redemption.
    “Did I say it right?” he asked.
    “Yes.” He’d pronounced the Cherokee phrase correctly. But he didn’t mean it, she reminded herself. It was merely part of his ploy. His beautiful, unfair ploy.
    “Say it back to me,” he demanded gently.
    She shook her head. “I don’t want to tell you that I love you when I don’t. I don’t want to say it anymore.”
    “If they’re empty words, then why does it matter? Why place so much more importance on them?”
    “Because you’re trying to use them to make it happen.”
    “And by refusing, you seem afraid that it might work.”
    “Because this is too much for me.” Too much pressure. Too much emotion. “I’m hurting over Keith. I’m—”
    “Don’t talk about him. Or think about him.” He slid between her ankle-strapped legs and fucked her, deeply, blatantly, taking her prisoner. “Think about us,