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Doing my best to keep my focus while my heart is beating so hard, I’m sure it’s leaving bruises on the inside of my chest. I weave between the light poles that line the center of the parking lot. Granted, they’re thirty feet apart, but still.
“Now you’re just showing off,” Lane says.
“But are you impressed?”
“I am,” he replies.
For the next half an hour, we drive around the big parking lot, letting me get comfortable behind the wheel. When I finally park in a slot in front of the large parking structure, the sun is starting to dip below the horizon and the world around us is starting to grow dim. I shut off the engine and listen to the ticking of the engine as it cools. I glance over at Lane and the silence in the cab of the SUV grows thick with a tension borne of what feels like anticipation, or expectation. Or perhaps that’s just what I’m feeling.
Looking into those glittering green eyes has my heart racing as hard as driving this car ever did. My panties are soaked through, and I feel like my skin is crackling with electricity.
“Really nice job, Lanie,” Lane says, finally breaking the silence.
“Thanks,” I reply. “You’re actually a pretty good teacher.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I had my doubts,” I say with a smile.
“You shouldn’t doubt me,” he says. “I am a man of many talents.”
I laugh. “And so humble, too.”
“That is not one of my talents.”
We share another laugh then fall silent again as the tension in the cab of the SUV builds. His gaze smolders, his eyes boring into mine. As he leans forward, my heart races. And when his lips touch mine, my stomach churns and the sensation of being weightless, like I’m on the big drop on a rollercoaster, washes over me. His tongue slips between my lips and swirls languidly around mine and my entire mouth feels like it’s on fire. I can honestly say I’ve never been wetter than I am right now in my entire life.
He pulls back, his eyes still fixed on mine, but my body is vibrating with the desire and need coursing through me, so I lean forward and kiss him again. Desperate to feel his touch, I climb over the center console and straddle him. I feel him, long and rigid, pressed against my hot, wet center and when I grind myself against it, my entire body trembles and a low moan passes my lips. Our kiss deepens as Lane runs his hands all over me. He slides them up my thighs, leaving furrows of fire along my skin as he slips his fingers beneath my skirt.
With my hand on his chest, I sit back and see the hunger in his eyes. He wants to devour me. But more than that, he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. The most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. It makes me quiver. Nobody has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me and it only adds to the intensity of the feelings flowing through me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
As he slides his hands higher up my thighs, I lean down and kiss him again. Our tongues crash together and when his fingers brush the cleft between my thighs, I shudder from head to toe. Lane kisses my neck, gently nipping at my skin as he pulls my panties to the side and runs the tips of his fingers along my wet, swollen lips. I lock my hand behind his neck, kiss him, and press my forehead against his as I tremble almost violently.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
Lane pushes his fingers past my lips then slides a finger into my dripping wet slit, slipping it in as deep as he can. The feeling of his finger inside of me is both uncomfortable and absolutely blissful. Nobody has ever fingered me before. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone.
I haven’t really had an interest in a relationship. I’ve avoided them for so long, I thought that fire in me had been extinguished for good. But Lane is showing me that isn’t the case. He’s relit that fire and it’s threatening to burn out of control.
It’s not that I’m a prude or have some misguided, naïve notion of sex and romance. I’m not waiting for marriage or anything as arbitrary as that. It’s just that I know my worth and my value is far more than just what’s between my legs. And to date, I haven’t found anybody worth giving my virginity to. I think though, that’s no longer true. Nobody has ever cared for me the way Lane has been. From saving me from the guy in the gazebo to giving me a safe and quiet place to stay to giving me driving lessons.
Lane doesn’t have to do all the things he’s doing for me. And although we’re pretty hot and heavy right now, I honestly don’t think he’s been doing these things just to get into my pants. This is just a happy coincidence as far as I'm concerned. But I think Lane is doing this out of the good of his heart. That, for whatever reason, he cares about me. It’s strange to think that given how little we know about each other, but it feels true. And his actions seem to match that belief.
As Lane’s fingers move inside of me, my body seems to be acting on natural instinct. Without conscious thought, I find myself grinding down on him, taking his fingers even deeper into my warm, wet flower. Gripping his shoulders tightly, I throw my head back and moan softly as I ride his hand. The pressure building low inside of me is sending bolts of lightning through my veins, making my entire body quiver. He’s bringing me so close to the pinnacle and I want to let him push me over it, but I hesitate.
I know my worth and my value and although I think Lane is more than worthy of giving myself to, I don’t know that I want my first time to be in a car. I don’t need a bed of rose petals, soft music, and champagne, but maybe somewhere not so cramped and public might be nice. As if to underscore my point, I watch as a car pulls out of the structure and drives past us. I recognize the girls from one of my classes, but thankfully, they don’t see us and drive on by.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I am. I’m fine. I just…”
My voice trails off and he gives me a gentle smile as he withdraws his fingers. His eyes still twinkling and a sultry smile on his lips, I watch as he slips them into his mouth and savors the taste of my juices. Just the sight of him doing that sends a powerful wave of warmth and wetness through my apex, showing me that I was wrong about not being able to be any wetter. I give my head a small shake and snap back to the moment.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
