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“Good God, I’ve eaten cheesecake I’d consider orgasmic, but I never got off just from touching one.”
“THAT WAS REALLY BAD of you,” Kate whispered as Jack curled her tighter in his arms in the back of her SUV an hour later.
They’d escaped the party as quickly as they could, after ensuring Armand could get a ride home with Diane and her husband. By silent consent, they’d avoided going back to the duplex, instead driving up to a popular lake on the outskirts of town. Their clothes had come off a minute after Jack had engaged the parking brake and they’d barely made it over the back seat into the cargo area before he was inside her.
They’d been frenzied and ravenous. Now they lay quietly, exchanging slow, lazy kisses and caresses that were going to lead to sweet, long lovemaking. Jack didn’t know how he could want her again, already, but he did.
“I thought it was your fantasy,” he finally answered.
“My fantasy?”
“Being made helpless. Having to accept pleasure because you are powerless to stop it.”
She laughed. “Yeah, but I meant something more along the lines of being tied to the headboard, not being brought to a shattering orgasm in a room filled with a hundred people. I can’t imagine what Diane must have thought.”
“I think she went to look for the chef to ask for the recipe for that cheesecake.”
She giggled. “Maybe we should sell it at Bare Essentials.”
He stretched to work a kink out of his neck. “I haven’t had sex in the back of a car in years.”
“This is my first back seat experience ever.”
“Uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “But exciting. I keep picturing a cop knocking on the window and telling us to get our clothes on.” She arched closer, sliding her arm around his waist. “Or an ax-maniac with a hook. You know, the kind who always slaughters the teenagers when they run out of gas on lover’s lane?”
“I’m fairly certain the parents of a teenage girl made up that story the night before her first date.”
“So, was this your make-out spot when you were a teenager?”
He shook his head. “No way. Everyone in town knew my father and I never dared to bring a date out here.”
He felt her tense in his arms at the mention of his father.
“I know what it’s like to have everyone in town know your family,” she admitted.
Leaning down, he pressed kisses on her temple, her cheekbone, then her lips. He kissed her lazily, gently coaxing her mouth to open. When it ended, he whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t know you then. I’m sorry I wasn’t around to stop it when you were being treated so badly. By my sister or anyone else.”
He wished he had been. He hated like hell to think of anyone hurting her. Ever.
“It was a long time ago, Jack. And you know, being back here has made me remember some of the better times, too. I guess I should be thankful for that. I’d been angry for a long time and let that anger color my memories. It’s good to have some of those nicer moments back.”
He believed she meant it. Hopefully, no matter what else happened, Kate wouldn’t regret this time spent in Pleasantville. Seeing the town through adult eyes had evened out her feelings, much as it had his. “So you think you might come back someday? For a visit?”
She shrugged. “Anything’s possible.”
Before he could reply, they heard the sound of crunching gravel. The bright sheen of headlights washed through the windows of the SUV.
“Oh, my God, someone else is here,” she cried.
They scrambled for their clothes like a couple of kids caught making out by their parents. He tossed her the magical little red underwear she’d worn at the party, watching as she shimmied into her dress. She was giggling hysterically. “Please be the cops and not a guy with an ax and a hook.”
“You got your wish. It’s the cops,” he replied.
Jack was having as hard a time containing his laughter as Kate appeared to be. His first time going parking in more than a decade and they get caught by the town sheriff. Thank heaven it hadn’t been ten minutes before or he doubted they’d have even noticed the approach of the other car.
