Rubbing my fingers through the cream on her thighs, I smeared it over her right nipple and then lowered my head, sucking that hard nub against the roof of my mouth. The taste of her need for me exploded on my taste buds, and I sucked harder, needing every last trace of it.

Every drop was mine.

Just as she was.

Her nails scraped over my scalp, holding me against her even as she whimpered that it was too much. Growling, I released her hair and lifted her off my lap. Laying her across the bench seat, I spread her legs with my knees and cupped her pussy. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, Ryan. Please, please, please.”

“Please what, my heart?” I gritted out as I lifted my head, meeting her lust-filled green eyes. “Tell me.”

“Make me come,” she pleaded.

I lowered my head again, ready to destroy the last piece of cloth separating me from what was mine and mine alone, but her hands grabbed my arms, stopping me. “Wait.”

“No more waiting,” I snapped and started pulling my tie free. “Waiting has only made you angry with me. And I can’t handle this shit anymore, Nova. I need you. All of you.”

Reaching up, she cupped the side of my face. “Ryan, look at me.” I looked down at her spread out on the seat, her thighs quivering, her pulse beating erratically at the base of her throat. She was so fucking beautiful, it hurt to breathe as I took all of her in. Laid out beneath me. Mine for the taking. “Can’t you see you already have all of me?”

My heart jumped into my throat.

“You always have,” she whispered, stroking her fingers down my throat in a butterfly-soft caress. “I’ve just been so scared that I would lose you if I told you.”

“Never,” I rasped. “We were always meant to be together. From the first time I set eyes on you, I knew I would never be able to live without you. I hadn’t anticipated wanting you this much, however. It threw a wrench in the plan.”

“What plan?” she asked, but her curiosity seemed more focused on unbuttoning my shirt. With every inch of my chest she exposed, she traced her fingertips over each muscle, making it difficult to think past making the pain deep inside both of us disappear. The light brush of her skin over mine felt like a million little electrical zaps that buzzed along each nerve and straight to my cock, making it pulse and stretch my right pants leg, testing the strength of the inner seam.

“To always be together,” I choked out. “As soon as you turn eighteen, we’ll get married and—”

She slapped her hand over my mouth, cutting me off, her eyes wider than I’d ever seen them before. “Excuse me?” Her voice came out strangled. “Did you say ‘get married’?”

I pressed a kiss into her palm and nodded.

“And when did you decide this?”