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Her breath hitches, her chest heaving against her black tank top, her hard nipples tightening visibly beneath the thin ribbed cotton. She doesn't back away. Her chin tilts up, her lips parting on a ragged exhale as her gaze drops to my mouth, then climbs back to my eyes.

"You're dangerous, Jamie," she whispers, her throat working as she swallows.

"I'm an O'Connor," I murmur, my free hand reaching up to tangle into the thick, wild black curls at the nape of her neck, pulling her face closer until our lips are a breath apart. "We're all dangerous, sweetheart. The question is whether you want to fight me or fight with me."

Elizabeth's hand leaves her lap, her calloused fingers digging into the collar of my Barbour coat, hauling my mouth down onto hers.

The kiss is a collision of fire, teeth, and raw adrenaline. She tastes of sweet chocolate and fierce, desperate hunger, kissing me like she wants to devour every drop of oxygen in my lungs. I groan deep in my throat, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her halfway across the console into my lap.

Her hands roam over my chest, over the corded muscles of my shoulders, clinging to me as if she is finally letting herself anchor to something solid after three years adrift in the dark.

When I finally pull back, both of us are panting, our foreheads pressed together, our breaths fogging the glass of the Rover.

Her slate-gray eyes burn with heat in the dim green glow of the dashboard.

"You think you can just kiss me like that and put this truck back in drive, O'Connor?" she whispers, her voice rough, trembling with a dark, ravenous hunger. "Or are Boston boys all talk?"

A feral laugh rips from my throat.

"I don't do all talk, Elizabeth," I growl.

I reach down, grab the release lever on her passenger seat, and yank it backward with one hard pull. The leather backrest drops flat with a heavy thud. Before she can sit up, I climb over the center console, my boots thudding against the floorboards, my heavy frame crowding her into the leather.

Elizabeth spreads her thighs without an ounce of hesitation, her hands flying to the hem of her black ribbed tank top. She rips the cotton over her head, tossing it onto the dashboard.

Her breasts are full, pale, and covered in light golden freckles, tipped with dark pink, pebbled nipples that ache for touch.

"Look at you," I growl, my hands cupping her heavy breasts, my thumbs rolling over the sensitive nipples, begging for my attention.

Elizabeth gasps, her head falling back against the headrest, her nails digging straight through my flannel shirt into my shoulders. "Jamie... touch me."

I lower my mouth, taking her left nipple between my teeth, biting down with enough pressure to draw a delicious, strangled moan from her lips before my tongue swirls over the sting. She writhes beneath me, her hips lifting, grinding the hard denim of her jeans against my aching hard cock.

My hands move to the metal button of her jeans. I pop the rivet open and yank the zipper down with a harsh metallic rasp.

I shove the denim down her long, lush, soft legs, taking her black lace panties with them, and kicking them onto the floorboard next to the metal briefcase.

The scent of her hits the cold cab air like an electric spark: hot, musky, and completely drenched.

I slide two calloused fingers between her slick pussy lips, testing her heat. She is soaked, her swollen clit throbbing against my palm.

"Fucking hell, Elizabeth," I rasp against her throat, sliding my fingers knuckle-deep inside her dripping cunt. "You're drowning for me."

"Shut up and get inside me, Jamie," she pants, her Dublin accent rough and broken, her knees falling wide open on either side of my hips. "Don't make me wait."

I unbutton my jeans with one hand, shoving my trousers and boxers down just enough to free my rigid, leaking dick.

I line the thick head of my cock with her soaking pussy, leaning over her until my red beard brushes against her cheek.

"Look at me, Elizabeth," I command.

Her gray eyes lock onto mine, clear, fierce, and entirely surrendered to the storm between us.

With one hard thrust, I drive myself all the way inside her.

Elizabeth cries out, her back arching clean off the reclined seat, her fingers digging bloody half-moons into the meat of my shoulders as my thick cock stretches her tight as fuck pussy. She clamps down on my cock with bruising strength, her inner muscles fluttering in desperate shock.

"God, you're big," she whimpers, her breath hot against my mouth.