Justin caved with a groan, his lips softening, his tongue not quite as punishing. She moaned, sucked his tongue inside her mouth and she pressed her breasts against his chest in a blatant invitation. He touched her there, cupping first one breast, then the other, marveling at the delicate softness of the fabric of her dress. Remembering just how soft that skin was beneath the dress.
“We need to get out of here,” he muttered as their mouths pulled apart. He glanced toward the window of the bar. No one was paying attention to them but that could change in an instant.
Last thing he wanted was to get caught. Everyone knew who he was and he didn’t want to hit the gossip rags trying to get in a woman’s panties on a public street. He’d resisted looking like a fool pretty much his entire career. He didn’t want to start now.
“Yes,” she agreed, her teeth nipping, tugging on his lower lip. Her hand slipped between them, her fingers curling around the waistband of his jeans and his cock surged painfully against his fly.
His anger had transferred to passion, all of it for her. He wasn’t in the mood for sweet and searching. He wanted it rough and hard and all-consuming.
He wanted it now.
Breaking away from her, he grabbed her hand and they started down the sidewalk in silence. He’d parked down the street at a small parking garage and he didn’t know if he’d make it that far without mauling her again.
“It’s so cold.”
She wore no jacket, hell neither did he and he pulled her closer, slipping his arm around her slim shoulders. She shivered beneath his touch, her face pressing against his chest for a brief moment and they continued on in the darkening and drizzly night.
“I’m parked just right up there,” Justin said with a nod toward the three story parking garage looming up ahead. “We’ll get you warm in a minute.”
Determination filled him and he hurried his steps, her feet moving twice as fast to keep up with him. He told himself he was rushing to get her out of the wet, cold night.
But really, he was desperate to touch her again, somewhere private and quiet. He was so worked up he wanted to fuck her anywhere he could just to feel her tight, wet heat wrap around him, to pound inside her pussy until he came with a shout.
He made a sharp right and through the plain door of the parking garage and they raced up the cement steps to the second floor where his car was parked. He’d removed his arm from her shoulders though he still held her hand and her fingers trembled in his.
From nerves or from the cold? He didn’t know.
His car was parked in a dark corner with no other cars close to it. He slowed his steps and their footfalls echoed against the thick concrete walls. Her heels clicked, mirroring his step for step and he stopped at the back of his car, turning to look at her.
Stephanie halted, her eyes going wide and she pushed a straggle of hair away from her face. She waited, not saying a word though her breathing was accelerated. The quick rise and fall of her full breasts a dead giveaway.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits. He felt like a shit but all he could think about was her creamy skin, the pert pink nipples that always tasted so sweet. Licking his lips, it was as if he could taste them now. Feel her nipple grow even harder beneath his tongue, the sweet gasps and moans she gave whenever he sucked them. The eager little tugs and pulls on his hair from her desperate fingers.
Without thought he reached for her, taking her to the corner where two walls met which stood directly next to his car. It was dark, semi-private and no one could see them if they drove by.
But they would certainly see them if they walked by.
She hit the back of the wall with a soft thud, her breath whooshing out of her in a long exhale. He pressed against her, his hands cradling her back from the rough concrete, his mouth taking hers in a rough, carnal kiss.
One of his hands went to the front of her dress, undoing each tiny pearl button as fast as he could. His fingers shook, his hard-on raged and he could barely stand the speed he was working at.
He wanted to be faster, wanted this to happen easier. His knee throbbed from the damp and the rain and damn, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her against the wall but he wasn’t sure if his knee could support it, support her.
Weak. He felt weak, a constant reminder of his life-altering injury.
“Justin.” She said his name on a whimper, her head tilting back against the wall.
He spread the top of her dress open, exposing her chest and his breath stalled in his throat. Her skin was damp, her breasts covered in beige-colored sheer fabric that seemed to sparkle. It was edged with delicate cream lace and her lush flesh looked ready to spill from the fragile cups.
“Goddamn.” The fairly innocent yet fashionable way she dressed was such a contrast to the sexy lingerie beneath.
He fucking loved it. Undressing her was like unwrapping a present and anticipating the surprise every single time.
She thrust her chest out, begging for his touch without saying a word and he took her up on the offer. He cupped her breasts, his index fingers and thumbs coming together to pinch her nipples and she bit down hard on her lower lip, unable to muffle the little moan that escaped.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, one hand slithering around her to undo the clasp at her back. With his other hand, he tugged the bra down, revealing her breasts and he leaned forward, drawing a nipple into his mouth.
A needy whimper came from above and he laved the hardened flesh with his tongue, cupping her other breast, kneading her supple flesh. His cock ached to be inside her, his entire body straining with lust and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop and take her back home and do it properly.