Page 70 of This Could be Love

For a second or two it was so still that I could hear our breaths. Then he bent forward and kissed me. Hard. Uncontrolled. Possessive. My body reacted immediately. A hot, agonizing thrill shot unerringly through me right into my crotch. I quickly undid my seat belt and moved toward him, knocking the dashboard withmy knee. But I forgot the pain as soon as his lips grazed my throat. His warm breath. I broke out in goose bumps as he moved, centimeter by centimeter, downward.

“I want,” he moaned. “I have to… I… May I?”

I nodded wildly even though I had no idea what I’d just given him permission to do. But it didn’t matter because I wanted more. More of him. Of everything. His hand slid under my top and found my right breast. He pushed my bikini top upward and ran his thumb across the sensitive tip, which tightened beneath his touch. Everything in me contracted. I let my head fall back and made a noise that could have been embarrassing but that moved him to put his hands on my thighs and pull me onto his lap. I hit my back against the steering wheel and his hand got stuck on the gearshift.

“Shit, now I remember why I haven’t done this since high school.”

“And I remember why I’ve never done it,” I groaned, trying to find a position that wouldn’t give me bruises.

“At the risk of sounding like an asshole again, what do you think about the back seat?”

His suggestion caused a prickling feeling to coarse through me. Suddenly my head was filled with images and fantasies. I nodded, and a second later we were in the back. The brief intermezzo hadn’t diminished the heat between us at all. Just like on the beach, I was on his lap, my knees by his thighs, my hands in his hair. The fact that we were both fully clothed didn’t play any role. On thecontrary. The way he stuck his thumbs into the back pockets of my jean shorts while we kissed was super hot.

“Tell me again why we stopped back there.” I sighed in between two kisses.

“Because we would’ve had serious problems if anyone found us. And because I can guarantee those wouldn’t be the kind of headlines you’d want to see.”

I stopped. And realized with a start that something like that hadn’t crossed my mind whatsoever.

“Don’t worry, no one comes this way. And if they did, the windows are tinted.” He winked.

I grinned but couldn’t get over the fact that I’d been careless.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my head a bit so that he could look at me. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said softly.

“We can stop if…”

I silenced him with a kiss. “I don’t want to stop,” I whispered onto his lips. “Your turn. Show me how the dream continued.”

I saw the effect my words had on him. He swallowed hard. Breathed unevenly into the stillness. His pupils grew large and dark. And then without any warning he grabbed my hips and lifted me off his lap, as if I were as light as a feather. Before I knew what was happening, he had put me down against the seats. There was something both intimidating and exciting about him above me, looking down at me. The way he spread my legs and slid on top of me. Every one of my cells reacted to him. To the weight of hisbody. His smell. The way he took control. The way he pushed his tongue into my mouth and sucked at my lip. His erection rubbing against my groin. My breathing became shallow. My heart began to race. He drew a trail of kisses to my throat, nibbled at my skin. I reared, moved up against him, but he pushed me back down. Softly, but authoritatively. With a sigh I let it happen, enjoyed the feeling of his finger moving along my chest. Wanted it to wander farther down. But he was taking his time and began to pepper kisses onto my collarbone instead. I buried my nose in his hair, smelled ocean, sun, and wind. Shifting his pelvis away from mine, he started to move his mouth down my upper body, and I had an idea what he had in mind. A mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and desire seared through me. He paused and looked up at me, seeming to check whether I really wanted this. Without moving his eyes from mine, he felt for the button of my shorts, briefly brushing the naked skin beneath the waistband. I shuddered, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He slowly undid the zipper until there was a flash of yellow spandex. I willingly lifted my pelvis, signaling to him that both garments were now superfluous. But he only took off my shorts, and even then he took his time. He looked at the yellow triangle between my legs for a few unbearably long seconds, and I would have loved to know what was going on inside him. When he lowered his head, my breathing went out of control. As he kissed the inside of my thighs, my pulse shot up. An uncontrollable moan came from my throat, and he looked up at me and smiled. Then he pushed the fabric to the side and placedhis mouth upon my pulsating nerve endings. My pelvis contracted, and my hands reflexively dug into his hair. As his tongue flicked across my most sensitive parts, I felt like I was seeing stars. I didn’t know my body could throb so much. My desire to feel even more of him was immense. His tongue buried itself ever deeper into me, and I pulled his hair ever more forcefully. But it didn’t seem to bother him in the least. No, it just seemed to drive him on. When he suddenly added his thumb to the mix and hit that one spot, my muscles stretched to the breaking point. And then I did just that. I broke. The scream caught in my throat as my abdomen began to twitch in the most delicious way. To tremble. To quake. To pulse. What had built up so slowly blew me away with full force. Robbed me of any kind of coherent thought. When I opened my eyes—I hadn’t realized I’d closed them—I found his face floating directly above mine. He smiled and whispered in my ear, “Well? You dream something nice?”

Chapter 29

I could feel that I’d gotten a lot of sun, and my hair was brittle and dry. I had sand in my ears and traces of salt on my clothes. All the same, I felt more desirable than I’d ever felt in my life. Maybe it had to do with the glances Vince kept stealing. With that look on his face that immediately catapulted me back to the Jeep’s back seat. I could still feel him there. Between my legs. Could still hear the noises he made in my ear whenever I closed my eyes.

“All good?” he asked, his hand draped loosely across the steering wheel, a lazy smile on his lips. His hair was messy, most likely thanks to me.

“Verygood.” Grinning, I lowered my eyes. And then out of the corner of my eye I noticed his hand reaching for mine over the center console. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he wrapped his fingers around mine. And that’s how we stayed untilwe turned into his driveway. The fact that he didn’t drop me off at Kay’s didn’t surprise me any longer, and I accepted him walking me home without any argument too. We walked side by side in mutual silence. Every now and then our hands brushed against each other, maybe by accident, maybe not. But the fleeting contact was always enough to send a tingle through my body that I could feel all the way to the tips of my toes.

Before we reached Kay’s gate, I stopped. I didn’t want us to set off her motion detectors. Not yet.

“Thank you for taking me.”

“Anytime.”

There was something suggestive in his words, or maybe I was just reading into them. Or just wanted to hear them.

“Dream something nice,” he whispered into my ear, but this time I definitely wasn’t imagining something suggestive.

I played with the thought of kissing him goodbye but decided against it at the last moment. He waved goodbye and slipped off into the night. Suddenly he stopped and turned around.

“I know what bothers me about it now.”

“What?”

“Making out.” He shrugged. “It sounds too trivial.”