He presses her up against her car, fingers laced together in the small of her back, his pelvis pushes lightly up to hers, barely keeping it just friendly. The only part of his body moved away from hers is his head because he can't stop looking at her.
His words about his work, the ostensible conversation, dry up and his eyes glaze over like he's dreaming.
"What?" she smiles and laughs low in her throat. She knows what, but she wants to hear what he'll say.
He pulls in ever so slightly closer, pressing up against her a fraction more. She can feel his heat and she responds to it at a primal level. Her heart booms violently against her ribs.
"Nothing. No thoughts left at all," he replies, a little breathless. "God, you are beautiful." His eyes keep hers. His hollow, breathy words belie the joking smile.
Impulsively she kisses him. Hard and lingering but closed mouthed. He inhales sharply, his hands move up to her shoulders, clasping her closer.
She moves her lips away with great difficulty and burrows her cheek in his chest. "We're going to Hell," she murmers with a guilty smile.
He pulls back to gaze at her again with those dreamy eyes. "Yeah, but at least there'll be a great view." His eyebrows are raised and a sardonic smile rests on those sweet lips she craves.
She kisses him again, slowly and more lingering this time. His embrace tightens further. His breath quickens, as does hers. Her hands wander up his back to the nape of his neck, toying with the hair there. He shifts his lips off of hers, gently kissing her cheek, nuzzling it. She returns his action. Her heart pounds crazily against her chest and she feels his pound in return. Their chests, and every other possible inch of them are glued together.
They are becoming synchronized physically, it's always been their connection. Physical and chemical, obliterating duty and sweet reason. She's missed this dance so much. She will not fight this time. She knows he won't either.
She is held, spellbound in his arms. His lips kiss her slowly, feather light. Cheeks, nose, forehead and eyelids. His soft hot breath caresses her face.
He whispers her name, hot breath in her ear.
"Yes," she whispers back.
"Come with me?" he asks, tentatively, keeping their cheeks together so she cannot look at him or draw away.
"Yes," she replies without hesitation.
He gathers up her hands and tugs her toward his truck before she can change her mind. He walks her to her door, and their bodies bump and press into each other. They will not move far enough away from the other to make efficient or graceful progress but they get there.
He hands her up into the seat and gives her a long kiss on the lips. His hands graze her breasts and belly, travel down to her thighs, parting them slightly. Her hands seek his legs, his hips, opening her legs further and pulling him in between them. He responds for an instant, pressing fully into her and deepening his kiss. He pushes back with an agonized look and groans, "Not here."
It is hard to pull away but they do. It leaves her shaken, her legs weak, her core moist, warm and aching. He stumbles his way over to the driver's side. He can't keep his eyes off of her. His hands tremble. He has trouble keying the ignition because of it.
She laughs at their shared disorientation and places her hand on his, "Look at what you're doing."
"It's hard..." he says
"I know," she replies, kissing him. She places her cheek on his and whispers in his ear, "I don't want to stop either but we need to get there."
"Where? Any ideas?" he murmurs between kisses on her neck and ear that make her moan and shiver.
"Somewhere very close," she moans and pushes back in to him, craving more of those lips and hands.
She stiffens, pulling out of the warm, sticky paralysis and placing her hands upon his arms. She holds him back, looks directly at him. They are both panting, their breaths coming in gulps. "Take me there now," she says, "I need a lot more than you can give me here."
He nods and concentrates on the task at hand. He keys the ignition and pulls out into traffic, barely paying attention to the other cars, focused on getting them there. His hand still shakes and she takes it, stilling him.
"It's so hard not to touch you," his voice is strained and his hand clasps hers.
"I know!" she shudders, squeezing his in return.
He pulls in to the first hotel they see ahead. He runs through the light to get there. Luckily it is late morning and no one is around. He parks in the closest spot and slams it into park, killing the engine.
He looks at her and cups her face in his hands. He gives her one more kiss and says, "Wait here. Please don't go."
She kisses him deeply in return and moves back to release him. His hands grab fistfuls of her clothes as she does, prolonging their contact. He relaxes his grip but doesn't move; looking at her, frozen in place. "Hurry back," she prods.
He snaps out of it and rushes out, slamming the door behind him. She follows him with her eyes till he disappears around the side of the wall.
She sits and tries to cope with the conflicting emotions. Sweet reason that tries to shout down the delicious sensations inundating her. Her body is alive, attuned to every movement and touch of his. She has not been here in so long. She will not waste it with regret this time, regardless of the cost. There will be time for that later. The resolution seems to be enough to quiet the doubt for now.
She closes her eyes and imagines what will happen. Remembers what just has. Wallows in it. She shivers with the anticipation of his touch, the longing for his return. When she opens them again, she sees him rushing back to her.
He throws open her door and pulls her out. He is tugging at her like an impatient child. Joyful laughter escapes his lips and she joins him. Laughter full of guilt, mirth and giddy expectancy. They kiss, hard and fast and greedy. Their bodies mash together for a second and then he is jogging, her hand in his, carrying her along with him.
They rush through a side entrance and a dimly lit labyrinth of hotel room doors. He stops in front of the one that must be theirs, jamming the key in the slot, roughly. The light flashes red, denying them entry. He curses under his breath and moves to push it in again. She takes it from him and deftly slides it back into the slot. She does it gently while looking him in the eyes, a wicked smile on her face. "Take your time," she says and he groans appreciatively.
