CHAPTER 46
I was climbing on to his lap.
The breeze was gone now, and it was a hurricane of heat, and every single part of my body was burning as he ran his hands over it.
And we were kissing . . .
Or we weren’t. I don’t know. I couldn’t tell. Because everything we were doing felt so natural and automatic, like breathing or the beating of your heart. It’s something you cannot control, it just happens, even when you’re asleep. And I was asleep. Awake, but enjoying the best dream of my life. Lost in a kind of waking dream where everything felt more alive and intense than it had ever felt.
Hands and mouths and bodies did their own thing, as if we had no control over them. They were moving to some soundtrack that I couldn’t hear over the buzzing in my ears. I think I started unzipping his pants. I think he had his hands up my top, pulling at my bra, trying to get it off just as frantically as I was trying to get into his pants.
And then, as quickly as it had all started, it stopped. Our eyes connected and . . .
“No!” I looked at him and gasped.
“Shit!” he said, reading my mind.
“Condoms! Please tell me you have some this time?” I asked breathily.
“No, I don’t, because I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I wasn’t really planning on sleeping with anyone else so soon.”
I smiled at him. “I’m flattered.” I slumped forward and rested my head on his shoulder.
“What’s the time?” He pushed me a little and looked at the clock on the dashboard. “It’s four a.m.!” he said, shocked. “Reddy’s won’t be open now.”
“No.” I slumped even more.
“What about the condoms you bought the other night?” he asked, perking up.
“Oh, sonowyou want those,” I teased him. “I threw them in the dustbin.”
“Which dustbin?” he asked.
“The one in the parking lot . . .Wait!You’re not being serious?” I asked, appalled.
“Garbage collection happens on Monday, and wasn’t it a sealed box?” he asked.
“What?” I gasped even more now. “I might really, really want to do this, but I don’t think I am soooo desperate that I’m prepared to fish a box of condoms out of the garbage can, despite how good your hands feel on my, um . . . on my . . .” I exhaled sharply as his hands crept under my shirt again.
“On your?” he asked, teasing me with his thumb.
“Uh, my, uh . . .” His hands slipped under my bra and I winced as his hard, hot palms grazed against my nipples. I moaned loudly as he took them between his fingers and squeezed. I threw my head back, arching my body towards him. I started moving in his lap, grinding my hips in small circles. He was hard; I could feel it beneath me, so close, yet so far away. I gripped his shoulders as he brought his mouth down on one of my nipples and sucked, hard. His hands moved down and gripped my ass; he held me in place as he started a slow, steady thrust underneath me. The feeling was electric and every single one of my nerves was alive and awake and begging for more, more, mo—
“OKAY! Fuck it!” I climbed off him in one swift movement and jumped into the passenger seat, pulling my shirt back down. “Let’s go get them. But, if there is a hole in the box, or a rat, or a dirty diaper, or anything like that even close to them, then that’s it!” I laid down the law.
He turned the key in the ignition as quickly as possible and pulled off at speed. “Deal,” he said, driving off in the direction of the parking lot.
“No, you can’t stick your arm in,” I said, looking down at the sealed box in the bin. To my surprise, it had landed perfectly on an old sheet of newspaper, totally separated from the crap below it, whatever that might be.
“It’s almost on the top, though, and it’s on paper.”
“Still, I’m not letting you touch me after your arm has been in the dustbin,” I said firmly.
At that, he laughed. “God, this is ridiculous, you know that.” He looked at me and I smiled.
“I know. I know.” I looked into the bin and my mind started racing for a solution. “If only we had a fishing rod with a hook on it, we could get the hook through the loop at the top and pull them out.”
“Uh . . . I kind of do have a fishing rod,” he responded, looking over at me.
“You do?”
“This is a coastal town. I fish.”
I looked around; the streets were completely empty and we were in the shadows. But surely we couldn’t get a fishing rod out of a car to fish a box of condoms out of the dustbin? Were we that desperate for sex? Mike was standing there with folded arms, muscles all bulging and busting, chest all broad and hard, eyes all dazzling green and lips all red from kissing, hair all ruffled from me running my hands through it and . . . and . . .
“Oh God.” I threw myself at him and kissed him again. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer, held my ass in place and moved me over him. I pulled away, trying to catch my breath and my senses. But both were gone. I stuck my hand into the dustbin and grabbed the box!
