“What about when he’s in the parking garage?”
“That’s perfectly fine.”
We looked at each other, and next thing, we were kissing.He unfastened his seatbelt and leaned into me, and I slid my hands inside his jacket and felt him up.Things were getting heated, plus, we were in a parking garage.I made myself let him go.
“We should stop.Or we’re both gonna need a cleanup in aisle D, if you know what I mean.”I did not want to have to have another shower.
His hands were still on me, though.“I don’t want to stop yet.”
“Okay.One more kiss.”
That kiss lasted a couple of minutes.If we’d been back in the apartment, no way we would have stopped there, but I had to pull back.
“We really have to go now.When we get to the cottage, we can fuck.”
When I said it, I realized it was going to happen, and I freaked out.I’d been so focused on packing and proposing I hadn’t had time to get nervous until now.I put my seatbelt back on and started the car.My heart was pounding.I was holding the steering wheel, but I could still feel him in my hands.When I glanced at him, he was looking at me with that knowing expression.
“Shit,” I said.“I forgot to buy condoms.”I’d remembered everything else.How could I have forgotten that?
“Got some in my backpack,” he said.“And lube.”
“We’re really gonna do this, huh?”
“You excited?”
“Yeah.But nervous too, actually.”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.I figured we’d do it at the cottage, so ever since you planned this trip, it’s been fucking distracting me.”
“What’s it like?”
“Imagine the best sex you’ve ever had.”
“Like my first time with you?”
“Yeah, only I’ll be inside you.”
“Fuck.”I hadn’t thought in terms of enjoying it.More like doing something so I could be with him in a different, more serious way.
“Don’t go off the road,” he said.
“I won’t go off the road.I might go off if you keep talking like that, though.”
“You started it,” he said.
“And you picked it up and ran with it.”
“I didn’t get off this morning.Am I supposed to sit next to you in this car and not think about fucking you?How much longer till we get there?”
“Three hours.Then we gotta get groceries.”
Without taking my eyes off the road, I reached over, found his hand, and held it.
“Want me to drive?”he said.
“You’re in charge at the cottage.I’m in charge in the car.”
“Whatever you want,” he said.
