Page 13 of Curves of Steel

She leans her head to one side in curiosity. “What’s that?”

I cup her gorgeous face in my hands. “This,” I rasp, then kiss her. She opens her mouth to me at once, letting me slip my tongue inside and take my first taste of her.

She’s everything I’ve been craving. I just didn’t know it until I saw her on television.

When I pull away, we’re both breathless.

“Ready?” I ask.

Her eyes hood with desire. “I’ve never been more ready,” she returns throatily.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I jump to my feet, then offer her my hand. When she’ off the blanket, I gather it up under one arm. Capturing her hand in mind with my free one, I lead her from the school grounds, excited to see what the rest of the night has in store for us.

Michelle

“Where’d you park?” I say like I don’t want to throw this man to the sidewalk and jump his bones right here and now.

Dan points to a large pickup truck on the next block.

It’s closer than my sedan.

And much bigger.

I’ve already made the decision before I quite realize what I’m considering.

Taking the lead, I tug him to his truck. When we get there, I whirl on him, pressing him back against the truck and kissing him hard.

His hands find my hips at once, pulling me closer as he meets every kiss with one of his own. I pull his lower lip into my mouth and gently tug, nipping with my teeth before I let go.

Dan growls and, lifting me by the waist, turns us so I’m the one pressed against the truck. He grinds his pelvis into mine, breath hot on my neck as he rakes light teeth over the tender flesh.

“God, you taste so good,” he groans. He slides a hand beneath my vest and palms one of my breasts through my top. He thrusts his hips against me so I can feel how hard he is, how ready.

I wrap a leg around him, pulling him all the closer, grinding my opening on his cock through our clothes. I’m drenched, and I know it won’t be long before the evidence of how aroused Dan is making me soaks through my panties and jeans.

“I want you so badly,” he sighs. “Is that wrong, to want you this much this soon?”

I shake my head. “I want you too,” I whisper. Then, barely believing I’m being so forward, I say, “Will you fuck me? Here, in your truck?”

Dan steps away, jaw dangling and eyes wide, leaving me panting against the side of his truck.

My stomach twists. I’ve said the wrong thing, and now he’s disgusted and is going to leave —

In a rush, he’s on me again, crushing his body to mine, barely leaving any breathing room between each kiss. His hands seem like they’re everywhere on my body, massaging and pinching and making me feel so damn good that my pussy lips are already throbbing.

His lips still on mine, he fumbles in his pocket until his truck lights blink and the vehicle unlocks with aclick. An instant later, I’ve opened the door and we’re tumbling into the bench seat behind the two front seats in the truck’s extended cab. Dan closes the door behind us, locks the truck, and pounces on me once more.

I’m laid out over the long seat, legs wide open in invitation. He nestles between them. It feels so perfect that once again I think of how right this seems, how meant to be.

No, I order myself, no thoughts of meant to be. Not now.

Because that’s what I thought about Donny, my old skating partner. We were so well-matched in skill and nuance on the ice that the judges couldn’t get enough of us.

When he asked me to be his partner off the ice, it seemed only right. If we had that much professional and artistic chemistry, I figured, how could we not have the chemistry to make a relationship work?

Except we didn’t.

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