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Relief flooded me. My clothes had disguised my scars.
“Shea butter bodywash.” I offered a silent thank you to Sam who’d convinced me to buy it last week.
He nuzzled my neck just under my earlobe, and in a gravelly voice said, “Like you’re good enough to eat.”
I trembled again. His deep voice was the promise of sex. With one hand still pressing me against him, the other cupped the back of my head and tugged, exposing more of my neck and jaw.
I moaned loudly as he nipped my earlobe and he answered with a rumble deep in his chest.
The sweet ache between my legs was now a persistent throb. Kisses weren’t enough. I knew I wanted to have sex. But until this guy, I hadn’t known that I was a woman starved.
I craved more. Now.
My hands roamed over his chest, memorising every muscle, my fingernails grazing the fabric.
He pushed into my hands with a hiss. “Yes, like that.”
I grinned, thrilled how he was reacting to my touch.
He nipped my neck and I jumped with delight, one leg sliding up his by reflex, as he sucked the sting away.
“So sensitive,” he hummed, grabbing my thigh before claiming my mouth again.
I ground my hips against him, his jeans creating sweet friction against my panties, trying to seek relief.
With a growl, he pushed me against Lorraine. I broke our kiss, stifling a gasp as the back of my legs touched the cold metal. He pulled me away, letting my leg slide back down. His eyes roamed over my body, down my neck, my breasts, my belly. His gaze was a look of wonder. I flushed with heat under his inspection.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
His fingers moved over my ribs and I whimpered as he skimmed under my breasts. Then, he kissed me again, this time deeper, more urgent. I pushed his hand over my breast, impatient for his touch. He made a guttural noise, his hips grinding into me.
Andoh my god,I couldn’t deny his arousal. His large erection prodded me in my stomach.
A group of spectators laughed behind us, heading to their cars in the dark. I pushed him away in surprise.
Holy shit.I was dry-humping a stranger in public. The group turned away, oblivious to us making out.
He loomed over me, caging me in between him and Lorraine.
“Hey, you okay?”
I nodded, in capable of speech. My body was screaming for him to touch me again.
“You’re a little spooked.”
“I don’t do public displays of affection.”
He swallowed hard. “If we sit in the car, I can turn the heater on and warm you up.”
Warm me up …I felt my resolve strengthening. I knew I wanted more. I wanted release.
“I want you to warm me up,” I breathed, slowly raking my nails down his chest.
He cursed under his breath and gently pushed away to pull the car keys from his jeans and open the door.
He seized his suitcases from the back seat and moved them to the front passenger seat, and then placed my duffel bag on top.
With the key in the ignition, he engaged the engine to turn on the battery to crank up the heater. He then flipped the driver’s seat forward with a click, and slipped into the back seat, scooting over to make room for me.
