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eating.”
    “I am.”
    He walked around to her, leaned down and whispered, “I want to get you out to the car.  I want to be alone with you.”
    His warm breath tickled her neck.  Goosebumps slithered down her arms.  She peered up at him, and he touched his lips to hers in a quick kiss that was so potent and so unexpected that it nearly knocked her shoes off her feet.
    “Come on,” he murmured.
    “Okay, but since you didn’t let me finish, you’ll have to feed me again sometime.”
    “I’ll insist on it.”
    He helped her stand, and they left.  The other customers checked them out, the women in particular watching them go.  She suffered a vain, possessive thrill that she was the one leaving with him, and she shook her head at her foolishness.
    One date—probably the only one they’d ever have—and she was already telling herself they looked good together, that they belonged together.  She had to get the stars out of her eyes, had to remember who she was and who he was.  He was chasing after her with the worst motives, and she couldn’t forget it.
    As if he’d sent a secret signal to his driver, his car was at the curb.  The man held the door as Faith slid into the rear seat.  Lucas entered after her. 
    A bottle of champagne had been opened, and Lucas grabbed it and poured her a glass.
    “Are you trying to impress me?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Aren’t you having any?”
    “I want something else.”
    “What?”
    “You.”
    “I don’t know if I’m ready.”
    “I’ll get you ready.”
    “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”
    “I am; I admit it.”
    He took her glass, downed the contents, and threw it on the floor so he could lean in and kiss her.
    This time, he abandoned any restraint.  His tongue was in her mouth, his hands roaming over her torso.  Before she realized what he planned to do, his fingers slipped under the fabric of her dress to caress her breast.
    She gasped with surprise and drew away.  Nervously, she peeked over her shoulder at the driver.
    “Don’t worry about him,” Lucas said.  “He can’t see us or hear us.”
    “Are you positive?”
    “Very.  No one on the street can see in either.”
    Which meant she wasn’t the first woman he’d seduced in his backseat.  Did it matter?  They weren’t teenagers; they were adults and could proceed if they felt like it.  Did she feel like it?
    Angela often accused her of being too straight laced, and Faith supposed she was.  It was too much, too soon:  the rich man, the fancy car, the chauffeur.  Still, there was a divider between him and them, and the car windows were tinted.
    Lucas clasped her nipple, twisting it with finger and thumb, and she purred with pleasure.
    “I never took you for a coward,” he said.
    “I’m not.”
    “What are you afraid of?”
    “Not you.” 
    He kissed her again, as he continued to play with her nipple, and she couldn’t resist what he was offering.  He was electrifying, and she would participate in whatever game he instigated—at least for the moment.
    Gripping her waist, he shifted on the seat and lifted her up and over, so she was on her knees and straddling his lap.  With her crotch suddenly pressed to his, she could feel his erection.  He was hard for her and wasn’t ashamed to let her know it.
    Her breasts were bared, and he stroked the soft mounds until she was breathless with anticipation.  Then he blazed a trail down her neck, her chest, to suck on her eager nipple.
    For an eternity, he bit and laved and nibbled until she was begging him to stop.  She was in trouble, overwhelmed to the point where she couldn’t remember what she was doing or why.  Alarm bells began to chime.
    If she wasn’t careful, they’d have sex—in his car, with the chauffeur taking furtive glances in the rearview mirror.  Is that what she wanted?
    The resounding answer was no.   
    She mustered the energy to yank away. 
    “Wait, wait,” she anxiously pleaded.
    “No.  I want