“Michael,” she groaned, breathing hard and squeezing her eyes shut.

“So soft,” I whispered over her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath as I kneaded her in my hand. “My brother thinks you’re his… and all I ever did was try to deny that I wanted you for myself.”

She licked her lips, trying to dart up and catch mine, but I pulled back, hiding my smile

as I played.

“Michael,” she whined, sounding desperate.

“Is that true?” I pressed. “Are you his?”

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, shaking her head. “No.”

I darted out, catching her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. I

exhaled hard, my cock growing in my jeans as I went crazy, kissing a trail over her cheek and to her ear, getting lost in her scent and warmth.

But as soon as I dived into her neck, she jerked away, capturing my lips with hers and kissing me deep and hot. God, she tasted sweet.

“Such a good girl,” I growled in a whisper, flicking her lips with my tongue. “Say it, Rika.”

“I’m a good girl,” she panted, her voice shaky.

“And I’m going to fuck you up,” I finished, taking my hand off her breast and gripping her hip.

Diving down, I covered her lips with mine, eating her up and tasting her, her tongue meeting mine in more heat and fucking lust than I had ever felt for anyone.

My body as on fire, and I was gone. Completely lost in her mouth and the way the buzz under my skin traveled across my face, down my neck, warming my chest.

So many times of needing to be close to her, talk to her, see her smile at me, and now I had her in my arms, I never wanted to let her go.

Nothing—nothing—had ever felt this good.

She nuzzled into my body, sucking my bottom lip and giving it to me good.

“I know what you feel like now,” she teased, hovering an inch below my lips and remembering what I’d said today at the cathedral.

I grinned, jerking her ass into me and hearing her moan at what she felt. “You haven’t felt anything yet.”

Turning her around, I lifted her by the backs of her thighs. She grabbed my shoulders as I lifted her up and guided her legs around my waist.

Walking to the corner, I sat her down on the railing with the wall not far behind her. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I pressed myself between her legs.

Rubbing her body up against mine, she flicked my top lip with her tongue, and then left my mouth, trailing kisses and small bites down my jaw and neck.

“Jesus,” I gasped out, moving a hand to her breast again, my heart pounding like a fucking drum.

Sliding her hands under my sweatshirt and shirt, she ran her fingers up my abs, making me shiver.

“The car,” she gasped out, reaching for my belt and trying to work it open. “Please?”

I gripped her hips tighter, blinking long and hard. “Rika,” I struggled, taking her hands away from my jeans.

Shit.

“I want to feel you,” she pleaded, taking my face in her hands and kissing me again.

But I shook my head. “Not in a car.”

She pressed her chest into mine, speaking low against my lips, “I can’t wait. I don’t want to lose this moment. It doesn’t matter where it is.”

No, it didn’t. But this was where shit got complicated.

I was only home for the weekend, and then I’d be going back to school. If we had sex now, it would just make everything more stressful for her when it came time to be apart.

And even though I had no intention of keeping my hands off her, going that far wasn’t right. Not yet. She was too young.

“Come on,” she taunted, a small smile peeking out as she nibbled my lips.

I shook my head. “What am I going to do with you?” I asked.

She smirked. “I can’t wait to find out.”

I laughed quietly, taking her ass in my hands and leaving a trail of kisses down the side of her face to her lips.

“We need to go slow,” I told her.

“How slow?”

I pulled back, so she could see the seriousness in my eyes. “I won’t touch you until you’re eighteen.”

Her eyes rounded. “You can’t be serious! That’s more than a year away,” she pointed out. “And you’re touching me right now.”

I cocked my head, my fingers tightening around her ass. “You know what I mean.”

But she pulled me in, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against my lips. She looked as desperate as I felt.

“You’ve had sex with sixteen year old girls, Michael.”

“When I was sixteen,” I clarified. “And don’t compare yourself to them.” I took her face in my hands. “You’re different.”

Our lips met again and her fucking hands and body got possessive, rolling into me, feeling me, gripping me. She held my hips, pressing me between her warm legs, and I lost my breath, knowing how goddamn good it would feel inside of her.

“Christ,” I breathed out, pulling my mouth away. “Stop it.”

There was no way I was going to be able to stay off her for a year. She was almost seventeen. Maybe that was good enough?

“You won’t be able to stop yourself,” she whispered against my jaw, looking up at me with thoughtful eyes. “This is what we were built for, Michael. You and me.”

She left soft, slow kisses along my jaw and down my neck, and I felt my arms break out in chills.