Chapter 9
Suddenly, he became very still. He didn't breathe, and he didn't move. After a long, tense moment, he said, "No."
I was so lost I could hardly think. "What?"
"You don't." His arms grew rigid around my back. "Not here."
That's whathethought. With both hands, I reached out and pulled his hips tighter against mine. "You're wrong," I told him.
As if unable to stop himself, he surged forward, capturing me tighter against my car. Our bodies were pressed so perfectly close that I could feel almost everything that I'd been missing – the defined muscles of his chest, the tight hardness of his abs, and lower, the telltale proof that I wasn't the only one who wanted this.
I heard his breath in my ear and felt his heart beating, too fast and too hard, just like mine. His grip tightened, and his hardness surged. For one breathless moment, I thought he'd take me right then and there, in spite of his earlier refusal.
But he didn't.
To my infinite frustration, he held himself in check, as if he didn't know whether to move forward or back away. As for me, I knew exactly what I wanted. I pressed my hips tight against his pelvis and almost smiled when he gave a low, muffled moan just before lowering his head and murmuring into my hair, "No fucking way."
His words said one thing, but his body said another.
As for myself, every inch of me – inside and out – coalesced into one raw, aching need. I felt like if I didn't have him, like now, I'd be lost and alone forever.
In a silent plea, I pressed myself tighter against him. At the feel of his hardness, ready, if not yet willing, I caught my breath. Already, I could feel the slick warmth of my own readiness, deep inside me, like an ache that had to be answered by him, and only him.
More desperate now, I pulled him tighter against me. I was wet. He was hard. And I'd missed him more than simple words could express. When I ground against him, his voice became a ragged whisper, "Baby, you've gotta stop."
I was almost too breathless to speak. "Why?"
"Because you're making me too dumb to say no."
"So don't."
Again, I pressed my hips forward, begging him with my body, if not with my words. All my life, I'd played it safe. I'd been the good girl, the kind of person who never broke any rules or heaven forbid, risked a public spectacle.
But out here, we were utterly alone and hidden, not only by darkness, but by a vehicle on either side. Both of us were ready, and the thought of parting in any way, without consummating whatever this was, well, it was impossible to consider. The last two weeks had driven me crazy, and finally, I knew that I wasn't the only one. I heard myself say, "I know you want me."
"You think I'm gonna deny it?"
"No." I lifted my face and brushed my lips softly against his ear. In a low whisper, I said, "What Ithinkis you're gonna lift up my skirt, move aside my panties, and take me, hard, right here, right now."
His hardness surged, and a muffled moan escaped his lips. His reaction told me all I needed to know. I didn't need to stop, and I wasn't going to stop. Whether he'd admit it or not, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
I ran my hands along the side of his waist, and then up underneath the back of his shirt. I felt the muscles of his lower back, warm and hard, shifting against my trembling fingers. My touch, at least so far, had been innocent enough, and yet, I heard his breath hitch and felt his hardness respond, surging against my pelvis.
I slid my hands down to his hips and paused only a moment before zeroing in on what I desperately wanted. Savoring the feel of his rock-hard abs, I slid my fingertips into the waistband of his jeans. When my fingers brushed the tip of his erection, he gave another muffled moan. "Baby, seriously, you're killing me."
That's what hesaid, but I couldn’t help but notice that he wasn't pulling away, so with both hands, I frantically worked at the button of his jeans, and finally managed to pop it open. And then, I went for the zipper.
I almost couldn't believe I was doing this. This wasn't me. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe if I'd been more daring all along, I would've spent less time worrying, and more time living life to its fullest. The last two weeks had taught me something – a lesson I'd never forget. In the big scheme of things, a public spectacle was nothing compared to giving up the guy I loved.
And besides, no one could see us, not really, so with eager hands, I stroked his length, loving the feel of his erection surging warm and ready in my loving grip.
He felt amazing, just like I remembered, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to grip him with more than my hands. I wanted him inside me. Desperately, I shoved down his jeans, pushing them down past his hips.
Finally, as if he couldn’t resist any longer, he reached out and tore open my coat. I heard a button pop and roll somewhere along the pavement, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
With both hands, he hiked up my skirt and moved aside the crotch of my panties. His fingers found my wetness, and he sucked in a breath.
I was breathing harder now, too. I had to have him. Desperately, I guided his hardness toward the intersection of my thighs. He said my name, low and ragged. And then, reached behind me and gripped my ass with both hands, lifting me tight against the car as he finally gave me exactly what I wanted – every inch of him, surging hard into my hot wetness.
