“Uh no, I found that hot as fuck, actually.” She grinned almost shyly at that and I wanted her all over again. But seriously, what the fuck? “I don’t know who you’ve been sleeping with, but I just need to let you know right here and right now that I love when you tell me all the filthy shit you want me to do to you.” I reached for her and pushed her dress up, pressing two fingers at her entrance. I was such a possessive bastard with her.

“Theo, that’s...” she protested mildly even as she spread her legs wider and guided my hand inside.

“You still have me inside you,” I said hotly, as I pushed in. She fucked into my hand and my dick, which had been half-hard since I’d slipped out of her, went rock-hard again. “This is so tight. I want it again. Going to take you up against the door the moment we get home,” I murmured, already caught up in her. “You going to let me in again, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her head thrown back as I fingered her. I’d never been like this, fucking in a car, in a parking lot where anyone could walk by. And not even an hour after having her I wanted it again.

A car honked somewhere in the garage, startling us, and I pulled my hand out of her and straightened her dress, but not before leaning over and licking into her mouth.

“Me vuelves loco.”

“You also have a very adverse effect on my self-control.” She sounded mad about it, but she bit my bottom lip playfully, so it couldn’t be too bad. “Thanks for rescuing me today,” she said quietly, our foreheads still pressed together. And in that moment I wanted to tell her. That I’d do anything for her. That I loved her. That I’d loved her probably since I’d laid eyes on her. That I wished I could remake the world so nothing bad ever touched her. So nothing bad ever happened in her life to make her think that she deserved anything less than the entire world at her feet. But I only nodded, knowing I had to bide my time, and pressed another kiss to her mouth.

“You’re welcome.”

“What is that?” Alba said. I turned my gaze to the spot she was looking at, then smiled smugly at the white Volvo SUV in her parking spot.

“That’s your rental.” She froze midstep and I braced for the fight. But I was not going to lose this one. And I knew that particular look on her face—it appeared when she didn’t quite know how to react because she was happy about something she didn’t think she should be happy about.