“Stay here.” Willow walked to the passenger side and she heard twin clicks as he opened the door and then the glove box. A second later he straightened, closing the door and slipping something into his pocket.

“Are we done?” she asked.

“Not quite.”

He peeled off his jacket and threw it in the front seat. God the man could wear a white shirt. Eden watched as he rolled up his sleeves. When both were evenly at his elbows, he walked to the rear door and opened it. “In.”

Eden shifted her weight from heel to heel. “What are we doing?”

He gave her a long, slow look. “You know, you’re the hottest girl at this party.”

Like that was ever true when Sienna was around. “Thanks.”

“I thought we could hang out, just the two of us.”

Eden looked up at the house. She’d wanted something to break her out of her mood, but this seemed extreme. “Maybe we should just go home?”

“You wanted to fuck upstairs, why not here?”

Eden flushed. She shouldn’t have tried to seduce him in the house. “You were right, we should try to be respectful and—”

He moved so fast that she didn’t have time to blink, snatching her up and crushing her to his chest. His mouth was hot as he sucked her neck hard enough to leave marks. “Get in the car. Let me fuck you.”

Her skin broke out in goosebumps. “You can’t be—”

“I can.” His fingers closed around her nipple. “Let me make it better.”

“People might see...”

He pulled at her nipple, pinching hard. Eden yelped and he pressed his lips to hers, swallowing the sound.

“It’s dark,” he said, once he stopped kissing her. “No one’s around.”

He was right, but only if people didn’t come to their car to get something like they were supposed to be doing. If they did, they were going to see her getting ploughed by a redheaded midfielder. But when Willow lowered his mouth to hers, she wondered why she even cared. Her name was already mud with her family and the heat of his body was burning away her greyness like nothing she could have believed.

Willow put her down on her feet. “Get in the car.”

“I can’t,” Eden lied, needing to be pushed. His face hardened. “Safe word?”

“Neon.”

He grabbed a fistful of her skirt, pulling it wide. “Don’t be a cocktease. You’ve been flashing your legs at me all night. I’ve had enough. Get in the car.”

“Stop it!”

Willow gripped her arm and forced her headfirst into the back seat. Eden shimmied along the leather and as soon as she was flat on her seat, Willow slid inside, pinning her arms. She let out a little scream and he withdrew. “Are you okay?”

She touched his cheek. “I want this. I promise.”