Page 45 of Four Dates and A Forever
“What happened to mixing business and pleasure,” he asked, calling her bluff. One of them had to think past this moment and how their next moves would affect their already intertwined worlds. There was something more between them than this atomic bomb chemistry. Something that made him want to take her up on what she was offering in those pretty eyes.
“I told Claire I was taking a break, so technically I’m not on the clock.”
“Why don’t you hop in, I drive us home, and we go to our respective beds. Alone.” Someone had to be the responsible party. And tonight, he guessed, it was him.
“Or,” she began tugging on his tie, “we just hop in.”
“And then?” he asked quietly.
She looked a little lost and a whole lot vulnerable. “I don’t know. I made it this far. I hoped you’d know what to do next.” Then those eyes, the melt-your-soul-and-steal-your-heart eyes filled with uncertainty and—aw, hell—hurt. “Never mind, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
She turned and before she could bolt, he took her hand and spun her back around.
“Neither do I.” Then they were kissing and,god,what a kiss it was. Sparklers and fireworks and a nuclear reactor explosion all at once. Whatever had happened behind the garage was the buildup to the main event. The way her soft hands slid up his shirt, her fingertips exploring every inch of his chest, sent his body into overdrive.
A heat started well south of his belt line and slowly moved upward, settling in his chest.
“I want you,” she murmured against his lips andho-ly shit. Here he was trying to do the right thing, when the girl next door was looking at him as if she wanted to rock his ever-loving world, right there on the street.
“I’ve wanted you since that day in your kitchen at the barbecue, but I couldn’t have you.” If she looked surprised at his admission, she didn’t show it. “Then there was the moment we ran into each other in the shower and knowing things had changed.”
“And now?” she breathed against his lips.
Now, his hands did a little slip-and-slide further south for a little recon, to see if her ass still felt as spectacular as it looked in those pants. And,holy Christ, it felt even better. And then in a move that was all manufactured confidence, she backed him against the side of the SUV, and then there was abeep, beep.
And would you look at that, the driver’s side door was open and she was loading him inside. Not to drive off, but to lift herself onto his lap and once she was there, she was giving him the same kind of lap dance she’d given Lola 2.0, only this was so much better because he was the recipient.
“Slow down. You’re making it hard to think rationally.”
Closing the door, she said, “Then let me help.” She did a little shimmy that had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Let’s not think at all. I just want to feel. And I want to feel you.”
Who was he to deny her, especially when those soft hands slid down the front of his pants to the promised land? And the way she was stroking and cupping, he was in for the ride of his life. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and let it go with apop; his mind went fuzzy.
“Are you sure?” Her answer was to unsnap the top button of his pants. “What if someone comes walking by?”
“Then I guess we’d better get those tinted windows fogged up.”
Then she was kissing the hell out of him again, and kissing and touching, and exploring—and he was doing some exploring himself. Mainly the front ribbon on her corset where, with one tug, and just like he knew, the whole piece split down the middle and her breasts were miraculously free. Next came the button on her top, which was easily removed, followed by the next, until he had complete access to her neckline, which he nibbled his way down.
It was that same intense fever that overtook them all those years ago. Like a wildfire rushing through his body, frying his brain and lighting his chest aflame.
She rose up so that he had to tilt his head to maintain contact, his hands going right to her ass, palming a cheek in each hand. Then, realization of realizations, he noticed that her cleavage was at the precise licking level, so he gave her open mouth kisses all the way down until he reached the next button. But as his hands were firmly planted on her ass and the button was hindering advancement, he was faced with the conundrum of all conundrums. Her breasts and bottom both needed attention but he only had two hands.
After a lengthy conversation with himself, he decided he’d become the most masterful multi-tasker on the planet.
“Red,” he whispered against her skin, and his hand was about to go on a Lewis and Clark expedition of her body when she reached up and fiddled with the button until—bingo, a satisfyingpop.
He met her gaze and she smiled down. “Teamwork.”
“I wholeheartedly support teamwork.”
“Me too.”
Instead of going for the jackpot, he cupped her face and delivered a gentle, god-you-get-to-me kiss. And in case that wasn’t clear enough, he said it aloud.
She pulled back and searched his gaze.Lust, he thought. That’s what he’d let her see in his gaze. Not the other emotions that were freaking him out. Yet he must have let something slip because her expression went soft with concern and confusion. So, before she could pull the plug, he kissed her again. Hard and fast and hot enough to burn a hole right through the floorboard of his SUV.
She moaned against his mouth while sliding down his body and by sliding he meant, running her body up and down his, the pressure was so intense, he barely realized he still had his pants on. Then there were her hands, slipping between them, down his ridge and giving a little squeeze that changed the direction of his life. If he’d wanted her before, he needed her now.
