Slightly dryer, we sat still, taking each other in. We had changed together. We had crossed a river and there was no going back. The bridge was flooded. She was where I needed to be.
She shivered. “Hang on. Again.” She leaned forward to the front seat. Her wet jean shorts gave me a spectacular view of her thighs dripping with water and covered in goose bumps.
The car rumbled on and a blast of heat moved through the small space. An acoustic guitar strummed as a rich, deep voice sang quietly of orange skies and love. It was loud enough to be heard over the rain but soft enough to change the atmosphere inside the car from playful to romantic in an instant.
As she sat back, I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap. She didn’t shrink back. She didn’t even blink. Her gaze went hazy as she studied me. She pushed her fingers through my hair and off my face. Her tongue slowly wet her lips.
I wrapped my fingers around her neck and into her wet hair, lowering her mouth to mine. She opened to me and her tongue slid in my mouth. I loved her tenacity. It might be one of my favorite things about her. I squeezed my eyes closed as relief washed over me. I would take whatever she would give me but I wanted it all.
We luxuriated in the taste of each other, taking turns to nip and suck and memorize. She shuddered in my arms. I ran my hand down an arm covered in goose bumps.
“You’re wet,” I said.
She raised an eyebrow. “Presumptuous.”
“Take off your shirt,” I demanded.
Her smile faded into a sultry pout. She sucked on a lip and kept her gaze locked on mine as she crossed her arms to pull the hem of her shirt up and off her head. It felt like the biggest test of will.
Will you hold my gaze when what you really want to see is inches below?
No sweat,I replied.
You just looked.
Shit.
I lifted a hand to fix her fringe as she always seemed very concerned it was in the right place. She smiled and nestled into my hand. My heart hammered in my chest. I held her against me. Her skin was damp and cool. I wrapped the towel around her, trapping the heat in until the car warmed and her shivering subsided. She was as content to luxuriate in this gift as I was. I kissed the top of her head and traced the art on her exposed shoulder with my hand.
“What’s the story with this one?” I whispered. “You told me that you would show them all. If ever there was a time …”
She hid her face into my chest.
“Are you ashamed of them?” I asked.
She pulled back and gave me a look of defiance. “No. I’m not.”
I followed the line from her shoulder, down her arm, past her exposed, perfect breast and to her rib cage. I preened watching the skin prickle and hearing her soft sigh.
“I think they’re beautiful. I love that they’re a part of you. Everything about you is beautiful.”
“You can’t say stuff like that,” she whispered, arching her back as I teased her. I grasped her lightly, gentle teasing as I weighed her breast and ran a thumb over the pebbled nipple.
“Why?” I asked before lowering to flick her with my tongue.
“Because when you talk like that, I forget that I can’t be falling in love with you.”
* * *
Roxy
Sanders heldme close in the small space of my car. I was falling for him. But I wouldn’t worry about that now. I would only be here now.
“Roxy,” he whispered and nuzzled my chest. He cupped my breast and sucked on me, sending fire through me. I threw my head back and luxuriated in this moment. No worrying about the future. Take his advice and just breathe. Feel him. Feel this moment and stop worrying so damn much.
“I’m not sure why you would ever hide these. They’re beautiful.”
“I want to say thank you but I didn’t do them.”
