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hands felt on her skin, or the way he wouldn’t relent with his mouth, devouring her, making her stomach clench in anticipation of his next touch. She had no idea where they were or what was happening outside the vehicle, but inside, an explosion had just occurred and she was in flames as his hands moved all over her body, cupping her breasts, making her whimper and cry out when his thumb rubbed against her nipple, drawing out the peak before he pressed his thumb and forefinger together to tease that sensitive flesh.

She didn’t want to feel this. She didn’t want to enjoy it. But the pleasure that sparked through her when he lifted her sweater and lifted her up so that he could plant his mouth in the center of her stomach just defied possibility. The heat was so intense she cried out, trying to pull back but when he stopped, she pushed forward again for more of his touch.

When her world shifted, she found herself on her back with Gaston looming over her. He was looking down at her as if she were the most delectable thing in the whole world and she shivered with the need to satisfy him, to feel him against her.

And that need terrified her.

When he reached for her sweater once again, she shook her head, grabbing his wrists to stop him. “Gaston, please don’t,” she finally was able to choke out through the red haze of desire.

He stilled, his eyes moving to hers and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if he would comply with her request. As they watched each other, they both knew that he could convince her to keep going. And it would be incredibly good for both of them. For a moment at least.

She breathed a sigh of relief when he took a deep breath and leaned back, lifting her with him. She was right back in his lap again, and he wasn’t going to let her move, but at least he wasn’t on top of her any longer. “Thank you,” she said and straightened her clothing, putting her hair back in order.

When she tried to slip off of his lap, he stopped her by placing a large hand on her thigh, freezing her in place. “There’s going to come a time, in the very near future Elana, when you won’t want me to stop.”

She shook her head. “No. you’re very wrong, Gaston. This isn’t right. We don’t like or trust each other.”

His hand slid up her thigh and she couldn’t suppress the shiver at his touch. “Apparently, our bodies don’t need to like or trust one another for the need to rise up and almost strangle us. It’s going to happen. You need to get used to the idea. And it’s damn well not going to happen in the back of my car,” he growled.

“It’s not going to happen at all,” she said and pushed off of his lap to sit primly on the seat diagonally away from him. She couldn’t get any farther than that, but she wished she could just fall into a canyon somewhere and hide for a few days to recover. She might have told him to stop, but she wasn’t able to tell her body to stop as easily. She was still shaking in reaction, both because of the fact that she’d let him touch her, and because she wanted him to continue, just as he said.

That didn’t mean she was going to follow through on that though.

The driver smoothly pulled up to a restaurant and Gaston stepped out, extending his hand to help her out as well. Elana debated whether to use that hand or ignore it, afraid of touching him when her body still felt like this. In the end, she didn’t have a choice. He reached down and took her hand anyway, almost lifting her out of the car.

She stood on the sidewalk, looking up at him with her hands on his wrists and his hands on her waist. There was a moment of tension, a split second when she feared that he might reach down and kiss her once again. But then he stepped away and she breathed in, feeling some of the tension leave her body as he escorted her into the restaurant.

When the waiter handed her the menu, she looked at the choices, trying to find the item that would take the least amount of preparation and the easiest to cook. The less time she spent in