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When I pull back, I rest my forehead against his. I can’t get enough of the way he looks at me. My heart thuds deep in my chest and I’m practically floating. When Lane looks at me like this, like I’m something he’s needed, it pulls me further in. Into him.
Fuck. I can’t get enough.
I fall closer, resting my head on his shoulder. Lane's lips find my neck. His mouth pulls a moan from me and I arch my back, pushing my hips into him.
There’s a moment of friction that has me wanting more. I roll my hips, searching for the spot as his fingers dig into my hips.
Lifting my head, I kiss him again, this time urgent and needy. He matches my energy, his tongue at the seam of my lips, and I let him in. I taste him and rock my hips again.
“Is this what you want?” Lane asks, moving one of the hands gripping my hips until he’s touching me through my pants.
I whimper in response and tip my head back again, moving until I’m rubbing against his fingers. He kisses the column of my throat, lightly biting.
I know I’m soaking through my panties and the thought of doing this in the car, at the beach, releases sparks on my skin.
Sometimes, it feels good to break the rules. Can definitely confirm it feels fucking incredible to break the rules with Lane Maxwell.
I look to both sides, checking that it’s still only us out here.
His free hand scratches at my back before landing on my hip. “You better get to work, Peaches. Can’t get caught.”
I roll my hips faster, harder, chasing the pressure. I’m holding my breath as the ache I’m trying to soothe feels closer and closer.
My hands squeeze at Lane’s shoulders as his fingers continue to hit the spot I need. I rock my hips into him quicker, and lean my chest back enough to see him.
Lane drags his fingers over me through the fabric, and I know I'm squeezing his shoulders.
Lane groans, “Fuck, Cora. You going to come in this car for me?”
His voice all gruff and rocky, saying my name like that, is the thing to push me over. I’m seeing stars, feeling the sparks, and crying out in the car. Lane doesn’t stop and his name is desperate off my lips as my climax hits hard. I can’t move my hips another inch but Lane works me while I tremble and shake… all because of his fingers.
“Good girl,” he croons.
Lane doesn’t quit until I fall forward, my limbs heavy and breathing ragged.
He gives me a moment before wrapping both arms around me, pulling my chest closer to him.
Then he looks at me, puts a quick kiss to my mouth and says, “Coralee Banks. You’re my kind of good girl.”
Yeah…
I definitely am in love with him.
Chapter 55
LANE
TheonlyreasonI’mgoing to this party is because Cora’s here. It’s been almost two weeks since she missed the exam and I’m trying to be there for her. She still carries around her planner like it’s a lifeline but it feels like an afterthought—like her mind is elsewhere.
I get it. She’s struggling. I’m doing my best to remind her that she’s a twenty-two year old college student and isn’t expected to have it all figured out.
Typically if I have a free Friday night during the season, I’m typically at the rink or watching film.
Instead, I’m standing on the sidewalk outside a house that looks like it belongs in a real estate magazine. The place sits right along the lake, three stories of glass and stone with lights spilling out across the water. Cars are packed along both sides of the road, music thumping loud enough that the bass vibrates through the pavement.
Leo lets out a low whistle beside me. “Well,” he muses, staring at it. “This feels like a mistake.”
I huff out a laugh. “Little dramatic.”
