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wasn’t about to say no either. I crushed her to me again, speared my hands in her hair, and kissed her until she was gasping for breath and clinging to me.
    Turning us around, I walked us backward until the car stopped us from going farther. She had her back to the driver’s side window, and I curled my bigger body around hers, causing her to arch for me. Her breasts were more than a handful, but fit her slender body perfectly. My fingers itched to touch them, to unbutton her shirt, pull the sides apart, and just go to town massaging the globes.
    “Touch me,” she whispered, as if she read my mind.
    I was about to fucking come right in my jeans, no joke, but I needed to keep my cool. I might be a virgin, but I’d jerked off plenty of times to the image of Isabel in my head, enough that I had self-control down pretty damn well.
    I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Before I undid her shirt, I ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again, swallowing the sound. Finally, I took a step back, clenching my hands into fists repeatedly as I watched the rise and fall of her breasts under the light pink blouse she wore.
    “Please.” She whispered that word on a moan, and my fucking control snapped right in half.
    I all but tore those little pearl buttons off, parted the material, and stared down at the white bra she wore. My mouth dry, the fucker in my pants throbbed. Hell, the bra wasn’t anything fancy, just cotton with a little lace detailing around the edges. But the fucking material was transparent, and I could make out the quarter-sized areolae. They were a darker red, and her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric.
    “ Christ , Isabel.” I dragged my gaze up and looked at her face. Pleasure was clear on her expression. I didn’t want to be crude or too rough, but I didn’t know if I could control myself to be tame. The truth was that jerking off and actually standing in front of Isabel, about to be with her, was really fucking different.
    No shit.
    “You look scared,” she said softly, and I breathed out slowly.
    “I’m not scared, baby. I’m trying not to devour you.” When I opened my eyes, she made this little sound in the back of her throat. I wondered what I looked like to her.
    “Maybe I want that.” Her words were heady, softly spoken, and told me exactly how much she wanted this.
    “Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I wanted to be honest.
    “I won’t ask you to stop.”
    Good. God.
    “Giving up your virginity doesn’t have to be with candles and sweet words.”
    My throat tightened as she spoke.
    “It can be raw and animalistic.”
    Was this my Isabel, the sweet and softly spoken girl I was in love with?
    “Is that how you want it from me, for our first time?” To be honest, it didn’t matter how I took Isabel for the first time. It wasn’t the how it happened, just the fact I was finally having her after all this time.
    “I just want you.”
    If that’s how she wanted it, hell, I’d give her so much she couldn’t handle it.

Chapter Five

Isabel
    M y body was on fire, my skin prickled, and all I wanted was Quinn. The way he looked at me was crazy, possessive, and like he was about to tear right through his skin.
    That’s about how I felt right now, like I couldn’t breathe unless I reminded myself to.
    But I also thought he might be nervous, maybe thinking I only wanted this because of what was going on. Yes, this was pretty sudden after just saying what we’d said to each other, but this moment seemed perfect, and I didn’t want anything to fuck it up, not even worry that I didn’t want this.
    “I want this. I want you,” I said again with more strength. I needed him to know that without a doubt, this was what I wanted.
    He made this low sound deep within his chest, something akin to a growl, and then he was on me, his hands on my chest, his mouth at my neck. He shifted slightly and I