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uncurl and I crouch next to her, my arms now poised on the car door. I want to reach out, tug a stray curl of her hair behind her ear, feel the silk of her skin and brush my lips against hers, but I don’t move another muscle.
    “Already?’’
    She bites on her lower lip, the plump lip now held captive by her white teeth. I’m riveted, transfixed really. I want my mouth against hers, I want to taste her, to draw out a soft moan from deep within her.
    “What are you doing, Jensen?’’ she whispers, her voice a little breathier than before.
    My name has never sounded so hot before. I feel it in my balls and once again, I clench my fists. “I don’t have a fucking clue, but it’s bad.’’ I lean closer to the opening of her window, my head now close enough to her to smell her and it’s another charge to my groin.
    “How bad?’’
    I lock eyes with hers and I’m a goner. Her pupils are dilated, and I know it’s not from the beer she had. I’m doing something to her, and now I don’t think it’s only fear or apprehension. I let my tongue run along my dry lips and her eyes fall down to my mouth. I growl so very low that she doesn’t hear me, but it echoes inside me.
    I lean even closer, getting back on my feet, but keep my head level with hers. “This bad,’’ I rasp and close the space between us.
    She’s tense, but this time I don’t let it rebuke me. I push on and my mouth meets hers. Her lips are closed, but soft and they taste like beer and the grease from her fries. It’s insanely addictive. I lick at the seam of her lips until she gasps and I plow in. My tongue slips inside of her mouth and I’m meeting hers, delicious, pliant and fuck . It feels too good.
    Her tongue dances with mine, brushes, swirls and retreats. She takes everything I give and returns the favor until I feel my balls getting tighter, dangerously so. I nip at her lower lip and lick it to take away the pain. And she gets off on it. She moans. It’s a tiny sound, feminine and the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
    But when I’m ready to up my game, she pushes me away and I let go. I’m torn from my delicious haven, left dry, hard, and frustrated.
    “Don’t do that again.’’
    I blink at her, and step back. If she’d slap me it wouldn’t hurt more. I stand up to my full height and watch her drive away without a spare glance my way. I adjust myself and groan when the zipper of my black jeans bite into my hard cock.
    Didn’t she feel how good that kiss was? Am I out of my depth here or is there something more, something I don’t get going on with her? I don’t fucking know, but after having that small taste of her, I can’t back down. And right now, I don’t care about the consequences. I don’t want to think about them. I just want to think about Aideen and what it’d feel like to have her hands and mouth on my dick, or what it’d be like to thrust inside her. It’s the only thing on my mind anymore.
    Because she’s managed something I thought impossible; the whole fucking world disappeared for a few precious minutes.
     
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    AIDEEN
     
    Stuck at the red light four blocks from the bar, I finally blink. I don’t feel like I’m in a fog, it’s the opposite. I feel more alive than I have in years. That kiss… damn it, that kiss was unbelievable. It’s not just because Jensen is a great kisser, but because he calls out to me on a chemical level I can’t fully understand.
    I bring a hand to my galloping heart and tighten my grip on my top. I can’t possibly ignore the effect he has on me, but it scares me for so many reasons I can’t begin to wrap my head around it all.
    When I decided to come here I pictured myself moving on with my life, starting a new job and making new friends, but nowhere in my plans was there a man I’d want so badly it makes me shiver whenever his eyes are on me.
    My lips are still tingling and the skin around my mouth is just a bit tender from his scruff to remind me that that