I suck harder, and she goes almost wild, body so hot that the windows are fogging.

The visual, combined with her taste, has me out of my goddamn mind. I move my hand to the back of my jeans, needing a condom. It’s empty, so I try the next.

“Fuck!” I curse.

Fumbling up, I open the console, but it’s empty. Reaching forward, I open the glove compartment—empty again.

“What’s wrong?” She’s splayed out on the seat, naked and pink and quivering. So close.

“I don’t have condoms on me.” I lift my hand to touch the roof of the car, heaving with annoyance. “I can drive us to a gas station. There’s one about seven minutes away.”

“Let’s go back to your place,” she says, body quaking as she sits up.

I lean back on the seat again, and she crawls back to my lap, kissing me with absolute abandon. Gripping the back of my head. Moaning with her scent all over me.

This woman.

Her hot tongue sliding into my mouth with need. I want to pull off my jeans and slide inside her, but I won’t. Couldn’t disrespect her in that way.

“Let’s just drive and pick those condoms up,” I groan, wishing my car could fly.

“Okay.” Kiss. “And then how far to your place?” Kiss.

“No.” I grip the back of her neck, sucking on her bottom lip.

Panting, she asks, “Huh?” Her eyes settle in confusion as she pulls back, away from me.

“I don’t bring women back to my place.” I grit my teeth, remembering Lilly in my bed and what I did to her.

Fury brews at the fact that Lauren wants more. It’s irrational, but she’s asking for things I cannot give her, and that pisses me off.

“We’ll finish this here. Trust me; it’ll be amazing.” I press my lips to her collarbone, wanting to kiss this gorgeous woman who is somehow magical to me and say, I’m sorry, baby, but we can’t. I’m dangerous and not to be trusted. Please, just take what I can give.

But she turns away, oblivious to my silent pleading.

“Excuse me?” Her brows lower in the offensive. Bending down to take her clothes that have been strewn around the car, she turns her face away from mine, hands covering her full breasts.

“You heard me,” I repeat, my voice low and deep.

I want her, but it’s got to be on my terms. For the sake of her safety, there is no other option.

She leans down again, picking up her bra that hangs from the headrest of the front seat. “So, that’s how you see me? Some easy lay? Good enough to fuck in a car but nowhere else?”

I pause. She’s completely wrong. I’d like nothing more than to screw her brains out in my bed. In my shower. Over my kitchen counter. But, if she enters my house, she’ll want to stay over. I can’t provide what she wants. I’m incomplete and fucked up. I’m a man who’s been altered by war. I’m not the man she thinks she knows.