“Because I think that you think I’m about to have sex with you in the car, and I am not. We agreed that there would only be messing around. No sex.”

“I thought that might have changed after the whole touching confession.”

He shook his head. “You still want to do this fake dating thing. We aren’t adding sex to that.”

“Break the rules. You always do.”

“Not this time.”

I sat up straighter, trying not to look at him. 

“Got it,” I said, pulling myself off of him and sliding into the passenger seat. “Kye Baker is going to break every rule, except when it comes to me.”

The way I fell kept my legs draped over him, and he grabbed my ankles before I could pull away completely.

“Let me go.”

“No. You are getting all pissy with me because we aren’t having sex.”

“And?”

“And I literally just found someone who doesn’t make me want to cut my own skin off when they touch me. Maybe give me a break. I’ve touched you more in a week than I touched some girls the entire time I’ve known them.”

“Okay, fair, but I swear my feelings are going to get hurt every time you reject me,” I said, trying to smile. “When was the last time you did…anything like this?”

“It’s been a while. Years, maybe? I don’t know. I don’t think about it.”

“At all?” I sounded horrified, but I couldn’t remember the last person I met that wasn’t worried about having sex in some way, or at some point. 

“At all,” he said. “Why would I purposely seek out something I don’t like?”

“But how do you survive?”

“A few weeks ago, I would have said it was easy, but I am currently more curious than ever about what the fuss of all this fooling around is.”

That wicked grin grew on his face as he moved to the back seat and slid me onto the console, before undoing the button of my shorts with one hand, pulling them down immediately.

“Kye!” I yelled. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I want to do?”

“I thought you said no sex?”

“And I said yes to fooling around. Is that fine with you?”

“I mean, yeah, but I–”

“Hey, look, there’s Dean and his friends out front,” he said before leaning down and running his tongue along my wetness.

I gasped, not expecting it. The pleasure rolled through me as he did it again. “Kye!”

“Say my name any louder and everyone really will know what’s going on in here,” he said, laughing.

I moaned as his tongue moved harder against me.

“Maybe I should. Maybe if he saw it happening, he would really leave me alone.”

“Doubt it. You taste too good. Any man would be stupid not to keep chasing after you.”

“But not you.”

“No, not me.”

“But you’re going to do this?”

“Yes, apparently.”

My body relaxed more, and he held me up, running his tongue over my wetness again.

“That feels good.” I moaned again as he kept going, but it was only seconds before I started talking again. “I want you to take me right now, right here. I want to look at him while you make me cum better than he ever did. I want your hands on me, knowing that his will never be again.”

“You know, the dirty talk is working way too well. I’m already losing my mind. Now you are just trying to kill me.”

He pushed two fingers into me and clamped his mouth down on my clit. My hips bucked up, and I yelled his name.

He groaned in pleasure, and I pushed up against his mouth again as I came.

Seconds felt like hours as I came down off of my high. He had sat up, his eyes not leaving me as his chest heaved.

“That was perfect,” I said. “It’s hard to be mad at the no sex thing when you’re so good at that. I mean, that’s still not off the table for me. I like the idea of having all that feral attitude at my fingertips. Yeah,” I said, nodding as I caught my breath, “sex definitely isn’t off the table for me.”

“You make it sound like if we have sex, I will be tamed for you,” he said, laughing quietly as he slipped my shorts back on.

“Maybe you will. Maybe I can pretend you are,” I said.

“And that’s exactly why we aren’t having sex. Because you think there’s a lot more meaning behind it than just getting an orgasm.”

I looked down at him with a scowl. “Let me have my fantasies.”

“It’s not happening, even if that face and your words are doing everything possible to break my will and make me give in.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you talk to me like that.”

“Sorry, is it too annoying?”

“Annoying?” he said, almost at a yell. “The only way it’s annoying is because it’s working. There’s not a second that I won’t enjoy it and dream of hearing more. But good girl Daisy has a fucking mouth on her, and I am beyond shocked. My little prom queen who likes everyone to see how perfect she is wants to be fucked in the back of my car and for everyone to hear it. Always tell me these thoughts because I wouldn’t believe them otherwise.”

“I’ve been told it’s not exactly a mood setter because sometimes I just say dumb things. It’s like some filter comes off and I can’t hold back.”

“I like you unfiltered.”