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    “Sorry, Sugar, I can’t hold back anymore…”
    He’d been holding back?  
    “Don’t,” she begged feeling both anticipation and amazement. “Take what you want. Take me.”
    She needed him to finish it for both of them.
    He groaned, lifting his face to kiss her so hard.
    Sweat slicked between them, dripped from her face to his. The tinted windows had long since steamed completely. Uncaring that the car was rocking on its wheels.
    He switched his hold on her to grip her shoulders, trying to keep her rammed onto him to the hilt while bucking his hips upwards, working to fuck her harder, harder, deeper. A furious fight to the finish, desperate to maximise the sensations, reach that ultimate pleasure. He groaned between gritted teeth with each forceful thrust up. Faster and faster, until his voice reverberated in her ears in a continuous harsh sound of a fierce man pushed to his limits. She braced herself with one hand on his chest. She could feel the racing beat of his heart and the vibrations of his pained, desperate groans.
    She curled her fingers into a fist as she fell into that hot mix of pleasure all over again. And she squeezed down on him as tightly as she could.
    “ Fuck. Yes. ” He shouted. His hands grasped her hard and he arched up into her for an endless moment of ecstasy.  
    Her body mirrored his, slipping so easily again into that intense storm, clenching instinctively on him again and then again—like it would never let him go.
    Until no muscle in her body would work anymore and she collapsed onto him.
    Long moments later she was struggling to catch her breath. She kept her eyes tightly closed, pressing her face hard into his broad shoulder as she tried to return to normal. Beneath her, his chest rapidly rose and fell as he too recovered.
    He said nothing. Nor did she. She couldn’t—was still trying to process what they’d just shared. It had been so rough, yet so gentle. All those kisses?
    All her animal instincts had been met in that utterly physical half hour, but as reality returned, doubts needled their way in.  
    She’d been so unrestrained. So uncontrolled. So loud . She’d not given a damn. He’d offered and she’d taken what she wanted. Embraced it all and loved every second of it. Only now she felt vulnerability rise. She’d exposed herself in a way she never had before. Instinct screamed at her to build a defense. She drew a steadying breath and sat up, tried to look into his shadow-hidden eyes. “Tell a soul and I’ll—”
    Oh hell, her voice was croaky.
    “What? Break my balls? You just did.” He laughed. His voice too held a roughened edge. “Simmer down Sugar, I already told you no one will know. I don’t kiss and tell.” His hands stroked down her back, not skin to skin but over her shirt. Aiming to soothe rather than stir. “Relax.”
    He had already told her that. And he deserved better than the prickly crap she was giving him now. Trouble was, she didn’t know how to handle this situation. It was the first time in ages that she’d had sex. The best sex she’d had in her life. Which kinda meant she needed to escape asap. Because she wasn’t about to let her happy hormones make her go overboard for him.  
    So what was the protocol? How did she get out of here as fast as possible without being too abrupt?
    “Where can I drop you?” He seemed to sense her growing discomfort.
    “Oh.” She licked her lips and tried to shift back from him. She lifted on her knees, her sprits inwardly sinking as he left her body. She quickly wriggled to slip her panties back in place. “Nowhere. I’ll walk from here.”
    “That’s not happening.”
    “Of course it is. You may not have noticed, but I have two legs, two feet, all fully functioning.”
    “I’m extremely aware that your whole body functions spectacularly, but I’m still giving you a lift home.”
    “Thanks anyway, but I’d prefer to walk.” She couldn’t quite see, but she was certain he’d just