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Do I want dessert? Only if it’s the way I’m picturing it, but I have a feeling if I decline, she won’t order any for herself.
“Sounds good,” I say. “Get whatever you want.”
Emily practically squeals. “We’ll have the Jim Dandy with vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream.”
Internally, I’m groaning. A gigantic banana split with five scoops of ice cream? Where is she putting all this food?
But the smile on her face is contagious. If I have to suffer through chunks of banana and strawberry sauce, then for her, I might just be happy to do it.
THREE
JACK
Emily presses a hand to her belly as we walk across the parking lot. “I shouldn’t have had that last bite.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That last bite, huh? You think that’s what did it?”
She bumps her shoulder into my arm. “Yes…yes, I do.”
“Oh-kay,” I say.
She giggles as I unlock the door to my truck. I hold out my hand to help her up and she takes it, but instead of climbing in, she groans. “Gimme a second.”
“And here I was glad I didn’t have to roll you across the parking lot.” I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her up to set her on the seat, but I don’t let go. Her gaze widens, and she instinctively spreads her legs to accommodate me while my heart beats out a long-forgotten rhythm.
There’s a tiny bit of chocolate syrup tucked in the corner of her mouth. I lean in and flick it away with my tongue. Her hand snakes up my chest and settles at the juncture of my neck and shoulders. Her fingers twirl the longer strands of hair at the base of my neck. Her eyes meet mine and without words, what I read is permission. At least I hope that’s what I’m seeing.
I move closer. Her sweet breath caresses my lips, but I wait. Our eyes are still open. Our noses practically touch. Another second passes. Her eyes close, and she whispers, “Jack.”
My hands cradling her face, I tilt her head and take her mouth. Her lips part and our tongues tangle. She’s dinner and dessert rolled into one, and I go at her like a starving man. Because I am. I’m starving for affection and love and the warmth of a woman’s touch; everything that has been missing from my life.
One night. If she’s offering, I’m taking.
She wraps her legs around my waist and crosses her ankles behind me. I grab her ass and pull her to where I need her. She moans when her pussy meets my cock, and I nearly lose my damn mind. It’s been a while, and I hope to hell I don’t come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“I want you,” I say, ready to take her right there in the parking lot. If we were parked at O’Brien’s, I wouldn’t think twice, but this is a family place, and I don’t need anyone calling the cops.
She blinks, but then she nods. I untangle her legs and slide them into the cab of my truck.
“I’ll take you back to your motel, and if this is still what you want, I’m yours, but just for tonight.” I reach in and buckle her seatbelt, then race around to my side and jump in, praying that she won’t change her mind.
I start the truck, but before I pull out of the parking lot, I reach for her across the console and kiss her again. If I’m giving myself one night, I’m going to be a greedy bastard and take everything I can. I’m breathless by the time I pull away. “Fuck, Emily.”
Her cheeks are red from the scruff on my face, and her lips are wet and swollen. My mind wanders to another pair of wet and swollen lips, and I slide my hand under that yellow dress and don’t stop until I find her center. I want to tear those panties right off her, but I control myself. Instead, I slide two fingers under the damp panel and find her wet and ready. I nearly blow my load without her laying one finger on me.
“Damn, baby, you’re so wet.” I run my fingers over her swollen bud. Her breath quickens and despite the seatbelt holding her in place, her hips rise and chase my hand. I slip two fingers inside her and curl them. She lets out a high squeak and bites her lip. Surprising me, her hand snakes between us. She presses it against my bulging cock, giving it a tentative squeeze.
I remove her hand from my crotch and set it in her lap. I hold it there, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my palm. I’ve been with women over the past few years, but none I wanted to hold hands with.
The drive to the motel takes only minutes. I pull into the parking lot and Emily guides me around to the back of the motel, which faces a creek and a wooded area. I’m immediately pissed and want to go to the front desk and demand they move her to a more secure area. This place is bad enough without them sticking a woman who’s on her own in a first-floor room in a poorly lit area. Guess as long as they get paid, they don’t give a shit.
Before I can suggest we get her room changed, Emily is out of the truck and unlocking the door to her room. I follow her inside and feel as if I’ve stepped onto the set of a slasher film or a cheap porno. The walls are a dirty beige. Two queen-size beds are covered in a dark, nondescript print that matches the drapes on the front window; drapes that are shredded on the inside edge. An unpleasant smell hangs in the air, and I don’t even want to think about what would turn up if I had access to a blue light.
“Fuck this.” I grab her suitcase. “Get your stuff.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“You’re not staying here. This is bullshit.”
