By Emmeline Q. Bailey
The cool, crisp night air was welcome relief against her hot, flushed face as she pushed through the door to head outside. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she glanced around and then paused as she saw it: his parked car.
Before she had a chance to change her mind, she stepped off the curb and crossed the street aiming for the passenger door of his car. Her quick steps had her standing at the parked car seconds later. She drew in a deep breath and rapped on the window twice before pulling the door open and slipping into the passenger seat.
The door had barely shut behind her when his hands were on her face pulling her lips towards his. This kiss was more demanding than the soft, tentative kiss he'd laid on her when silence had fallen between them at the bar earlier.
That first kiss earlier had been years in the making, a question asking her to confirm she felt the same way he felt. The reason her face had been hot and flushed as she stepped outside.
She parted her lips and felt a tingle in her stomach when his tongue caressed hers as his right hand moved to gently clutch her hair. She pulled back and looked at his face for a moment. He dropped his left hand but his right hand was still twined in her hair as he asked, "What?"
"I just...it's...this is...-," she stammered. He just ran his thumb along her lower lip and then held her chin as he said, "I know exactly what you mean" and kissed her deeply again. As their tongues entwined once again, she placed her right hand on the back of his head and let it slide down to his neck.