“Do you have a lot on your plate, too?” I shook my head at my own question. “Sorry. That was too nosey. You--”
Gerald’s hand slipped behind the back of my neck. His lips crashed against mine. His tongue probed along my lips and I found myself parting them, welcoming him. He wasted no time and soon our tongues were exploring the other’s mouth.
Nerves filled me. This was my first real kiss; however, my movements were orchestrated by a primitive need. Gerald and my kiss was intoxicating. The more his tongue danced with mine, the more I needed him.
Gerald pulled away from me. His eyes locked on mine.
“Drive around the city until I say otherwise,” Gerald ordered.
At first, I was confused, probably from the mind-blowing kiss, but soon the car began to move and it all made sense. Gerald pushed a button and a partition went up between the front seats and the back of the car. Providing privacy.
“I was going to suggest my place, but didn’t want to overwhelm you or be too forward,” Gerald said before placing kisses along the side of my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath and tilted my head to the side, giving him more excess to my neck.
“And this isn’t being forward?” I giggled between moans. How I formulated a sentence was beyond me. Gerald was driving me wild.
“I guess in a sense,” he chuckled and then leaned his head against mine. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Ah. I see,” I smiled, despite the fact he couldn’t see me.
“Sounds like some cliche line a guy would use in the movies in order to get into the woman’s pants, huh?” Gerald laughed but there was no humor to the tone. “I’m really sorry, Kaylee. I should be showing you the town not ravishing you in the backseat of--”
I placed my finger up to his lips silencing him. I looked him in the eyes and shook my head.
“I’m only here for one more day. And last time I checked, I’m an adult,” I winked for dramatic effect. When he laughed, I knew my wink had hit its mark.
“You do look a bit younger than me.” His eyebrow rose, and I swallowed hard. “How old are you?”
“Legal,” I shrugged.
“How old is legal?” he laughed.
“Nineteen.” I went to scoot over away from him. The rejection he was about to give me would be catastrophic. I could already tell.
“You must think of me as some old guy,” he laughed, gaining my attention and making me stay in place.
“Old? Why would I think that?”
“Thirty-three,” he gestured at himself.
“I knew you were older than me.”
“And, that doesn’t bother you?”
Something was wrong with me. I found the idea of him being much older than me to be extremely sexy. I had always wondered how a younger woman could be with an older guy. It always seemed creepy.
Now, I was the younger woman with a much older man. He didn’t look his age -- he looked younger -- however, just knowing he was older than me made me wet.
“Does it bother you that I’m younger?”
Gerald shook his head and slipped a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Doesn’t bother me, just makes me wonder why you’d kiss an old guy like me,” he teased.
“I mean, you are old enough to be my dad,” I said, holding back a laugh.
Me comparing his age to my dad’s made me want to puke. Two things I didn’t want to associate together… ever. However, seeing Gerald’s facial expression made it priceless.
“Low blow. You wound me,” Gerald’s dramatic Shakespearean tone had me laughing. How could a man be so perfect?
