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"Oh." She looked out the window for a few seconds, then looked at him again. "I think your sisters fed me too much wine."
"Feeling a little tipsy?"
He nearly drove the car off the road when she hit him with a wicked smile. "Maybe more than a little."
"What else do you feel?" he asked.
"Warm."
"Not hot?"
She seemed to consider his question before answering, "Not yet, but I'm sure I could get that way."
Holy shit. She played right into his little game of sexual innuendo without balking. Not at all what he'd expected. Was anything about this woman predictable?
Taking a chance, he pulled off the freeway and drove to a nearby park, found a secluded spot and turned off the motor. Then he waited for her to ask, or complain.
Nothing. She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, her breathing even and relaxed.
"You going to sleep on me?" he asked, almost afraid to make a sound or movement.
"Nope. Just enjoying the night and the slight buzz from the wine. I never relax, you know. Always busy, always have to be somewhere, or work on some project. Always going, going, going."
Wishing he'd brought the SUV instead of the 'vette, he leaned the seat back as far as it would go, enjoying the conversation and the chance to ogle Melissa without her objecting.
"Do you wanna relax?" he asked.
"Oh yeah." Then she sat up and opened her eyes, shifting in the seat so she faced him. Her dress hiked up to her thighs and he swallowed, his throat gone dry. "How about you, Aidan? You seem to be the relaxed type. How do you do it?"
"Easy. I just enjoy life. It isn't all about work."
"That's what I've heard. But if you don't work hard someone will step on you on their journey up the ladder."
He reached for her cheek, loving the silky feel of her skin as his palm caressed her face. "Oh, but you miss so much about life if you don't take the time to kick back and relax every now and then."
Her gaze focused on his, her green eyes darkening like rich emeralds. "What am I missing, Aidan?"
Taking the opening, he leaned over and cupped his hand around her neck, pulling her face toward his. "This," he whispered, his mouth descending on hers.
Electricity swirled around them. Aidan welcomed it, the feeling so familiar it seemed a comfort when it happened. Melissa inhaled deeply, obviously hit by the same sensations.
Aidan placed his thumb on her chin. "Open for me, Lissa," he whispered against her lips. On a sigh she opened her mouth and he slid his tongue inside, her mouth moist and inviting.
She tasted sweet and hot at the same time, her tongue finding his and swirling together in a passion that heated up by the millisecond.
Damn the fucking Corvette anyway! Aidan shifted, dying to pull her into his arms, but knowing there wasn't enough room. He pulled away, his gaze searching the picnic area. It was late. No one would be around. He closed his eyes and gathered the magic, the cloud cover surging over the brightly lit park immediately, obliterating the moon and casting the picnic table in shrouded darkness.
"Come with me," he said, slipping out his side and hurrying over to hers to open the door and help her out. She wobbled a bit and he steadied her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, her lips curling in a hot smile. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you going to kiss me some more?"
Hell yeah he was gonna kiss her. Kiss her and then some. He pulled her to the picnic bench and sat, pulling her onto his lap.
The feel of her bottom wriggling against his groin as she settled herself on him nearly had him coming in his jeans.
"Look at me, Lissa," he said. She turned and settled against him, curling her fingers through his hair.
"Kiss me, Aidan."
He needed no further encouragement. He dipped her so that her face was at his chest level, and bent down, devouring her lips with his mouth, his tongue probing and searching for hers.
The magic followed them out here, swirling around them as a gust of wind picked up and cooled the heat they'd managed to evoke in just a matter of seconds.
Damn, she felt good in his arms, cradled against him and giving him access to all of her. His hand swept from the curve of her hip down her thighs, then traveled over the silky legs stretched out on the picnic bench. Her skin was so soft it was like dipping his fingers in water.
And he was drowning in the sensations of her mouth on his, her gasps and whimpers urging him on. There was something special about this woman, some magic that--
No. Not magic. She wasn't special. Get the Storm destiny crap out of your head, Aidan. It doesn't exist, she isn't the one. There is no 'one' woman for you.
Forcing himself to stay in the here and now, he pulled away from her eager mouth, loving the way her lips swelled from the force of his kisses, the way her eyes glazed over in passion.
Her hair tickled his forearm, and he longed to pull the clasp off and let the long strands fall free. But he only had two hands and right now one held her over his arm and the other was busy stroking her firm, silken legs.
When his fingers traveled up her thighs and slid a fraction under the hem of her dress, she moaned into his mouth, firing up the storm that rumbled inside him. His erection pressed hard against his jeans, twitching whenever she moved her ass against him. He could barely contain his excitement, but forced himself to maintain control. He didn't want this to be over in a heartbeat.
But, damn, he couldn't touch enough of her to satisfy him. Leaning her forward a bit, he found the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly tugged it down. She gasped when he slipped the tiny straps off her shoulders, then he paused, waiting to see if she'd object. Her gaze met his, her eyes half-closed and her tongue curling around her lips in a way that excited him like nothing ever had.
With his free hand, he pulled the dress down until her breasts were bared.
Oh yeah. No bra. Her breasts were small, round like peaches, her pink nipples tightening under his gaze. He swept his palm over one, then grazed the nub with his fingers, watching it pucker and harden further. She gasped when he rolled the tip between his fingers, her eyelids shutting tight. She arched her back against his hand.
Then his cool Boston colleague surprised the hell out of him. She reached for his hand and slid it down over her belly and lower, placing it at the hem of her dress.
"Touch me," she whispered, her voice low and breathless and, hot damn, fucking sexy as hell.
"Touch you where, cher?" he asked, knowing exactly where she wanted his hand but wanting, needing to hear her say it.
"Down there," she whispered, her eyes closed tight.
"Down here?" He swept his hand over her thighs and moved down toward her knees.
She frowned. "
No, higher."
"Here?" He moved back up and rested his hand against her thigh.
"Higher."
Her mix of shy and bold excited him like no other woman had before. "Open your eyes, Lissa."
She sucked in her bottom lip and her eyes fluttered open, dark with passion.
"Tell me where you want my hand."
She paused before answering. "Higher."
He smiled down at her. "Be more specific."
She didn't answer.
"Do you want me to make you come, Lissa?"
Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths, and she nodded. "Yes."
"Then tell me where you want me to touch you." He could barely contain his desire to slide his hand between her legs, but forced himself to wait for her request. Coaxing her response a little, he moved his hand back up and caressed her breasts. She whimpered and wriggled against him.
"Tell me," he urged again.
Her hesitation came through in her stuttered words, as if she had trouble expressing what she really wanted. "Touch my pussy, Aidan," she finally answered. "Make me come. I'm on fire."
He bent down and took her mouth at the same time he slid his hand under the hem of her dress, his fingers first grazing her firm upper thighs, and stopping at the silk barrier of her panties.
Instinctively, she lifted her hips to grant him access. He laid a palm over her mound, feeling the dampness that had soaked through the thin material. He ached to bury his cock in her moist pussy, but wanted to ease her aches first.
He rocked his palm against her, rewarded with her sharp gasp of pleasure. Moving further up, he grasped the skimpy bit of silk covering her and pulled it down over her hips and legs, taking them off and placing them on the table.
Then he lifted her dress over her hips so he could see the prize.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, so in awe of this woman lying nearly naked across his lap. Her body was perfectly sculpted, lean and athletic. Her dress was bunched in the middle of her body, and he wanted to take it off so he could see her completely naked. A thatch of moist curls covered her mound and he tangled his fingers in them. Like silken threads, so soft, so inviting. He had to get her completely undressed.
But not here, and not now. Now he wanted to pleasure her more than he'd ever wanted anything.
The air stilled and the trees stopped waving their branches. The world around them quieted and heated, steamy warmth surrounding them as he placed his hand on her now soaked mound and stroked the length of her with the tip of his finger.
