-Vaughn Blackmore:
"I need you inside me in the next five minutes," he admitted quietly, a little less controlled this time, "before I go crazy."
He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me through the street without saying anything more.
The parking lot was dark, the car tucked in the far corner where the streetlights barely reached. Ryland unlocked the door and shoved me inside, following close behind. The door clicked shut, and the blacked-out windows sealed them in our own private world.
Ryland didn't waste time. He straddled my lap, knees pressing into the leather seat on either side of my thighs. His hands went to the buttons of my shirt, working them open one by one with deliberate slowness, watching my chest rise and fall faster with each exposed inch of skin.
"You've been thinking about this all day," Ryland murmured, pushing the fabric off my shoulders. "I could see it in your eyes."
