There are people who will never be lucky enough to feel this.
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I probably pull her too roughly, but I’m just too full of energy. We burst through the front doors, out onto the front walkway just before the circular drive, and I swing her into my arms.
“Well, that was fun,” she teases.
I paw the back of her dress, pulling the tie to the corset as I breathe in the balmy air and bite her lips.
“These dresses suck,” I growl in a low voice over her mouth.
“I agree,” she groans. “I feel like meringue.”
I laugh and grab her hand, both of us running to the parking lot and toward our limo. An hour was long enough, right? We stood our ground, danced, held hands, and now it’s time to get out of Dodge before I have to subject her to my grandmother. That will happen eventually.
Tonight, she’s mine. I back her into the car and press myself between her legs as I yank up her skirt and try to find her skin in all the fabric.
“School’s going to be fun on Monday,” I whisper.
“You scared?”
“No.”
At this moment, not at all. And I don’t think I will be when the time comes either. I mean, I’m pretty sure most of Marymount knows by now. Someone in there tweeted and snapped a picture.
Which reminds me…
I pull out my phone as Liv sucks on my neck, sending shivers across my body. I switch off my phone and tuck it back inside my breast pocket.
I grab her and we both can’t get close enough to each other.
“Get it!” someone calls out, followed by a whistle.
I scowl, looking over my shoulder. Krisjen stands with Aracely by the back door of the banquet hall, both of them smoking.
I roll my eyes and open the door, shoving Liv inside the limo. “Get in.”
Jumping in after her, the driver snaps to, his snoring cut off as he wakes up.
“Take me home,” I tell him, pressing the button to close the partition between us and pulling off my hat.
I see him nod before I lose sight of him. A moment later, the engine starts.
“Undo me,” Liv pants, giving me her back as she turns her head and kisses me.
“God, I love you so much,” I tell her, yanking the thread of the corset, loosening her gown, but unable to keep my mouth off her neck, shoulders, and lips.
Reaching back, she wraps her hand around the back of my neck. “Let’s go to my house, instead,” she says, kissing me. “I want you loud tonight.”
Fine, okay. God, I don’t care where we go. I just need her.
“You let that girl wear your jacket,” I grit out, finally pulling her bodice down.
She scoots the dress off and shoves it to the floor. “Oh, calm down. You can’t kill her.”
I wrap one arm around her stomach, her tight corset keeping me from her skin. I stick my other hand down her panties. “Can I stick my tongue down your throat in front of her?”
She breathes out a laugh between kisses. “I like you jealous.”
Reaching up, I press the intercom. “Take us to 2743 Devon Road, instead.”
“Yes, Miss Collins,” the driver replies.
“Yes, Miss Collins,” Liv mimics.
I release the button, take her in my arms, and eat up her mouth so fast I don’t know if I can wait.
“God, drive faster,” I beg the driver, too softly for him to hear.
I kiss her forehead and every inch of her face, learning her body like it’s my home. Every curve. Every bone. Every patch of skin.
This is my girl. And I know I was made for her.
A screech hits my ears moments before the limo halts, and I grab onto Liv with one hand and the back of the seat with the other, keeping us steady.
What the hell?
The limo stops, and I don’t have time to remove the partition to talk to the driver before the glass on the door shatters, and an arm reaches inside the car and unlocks it.
I gasp, every muscle hard as I pull Liv back. But I’m not fast enough.
The door whips open, and Callum is there in jeans and a hoodie, dark figures looming behind him.
He sticks his head inside, his eyes gleaming with delight when he sees her nearly naked body in my arms.
“Well, what do we have here?” He sneers.
“What the hell do you want?” Liv growls, shooting out her leg to kick him back, but he grabs her foot instead.
Milo bends down, peering inside the car. “Goddamn.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” someone shouts, and I realize it’s the driver.
“Help!” I shout.
But Callum yanks Liv, and she screams. “No!”
I lunge, slamming my fists and trying to hit anything I can—his head, his arms, anything to loosen his hold.
But he has her. He sweeps her out of the car and away from me.