Music in the Night (Logan 4)

Robert sensed my hesitation and then my quick surrender. It made him kiss me faster, harder, longer, his lips rushing over mine before going to my neck, while his hands lifted my breasts, his thumbs riding over the crests of them, caressing my budding nipples.

A soft moan left my lips and I felt Robert gently push me down. He was over me, his fingers finding the zipper behind my dress and carefully moving it down my back. I lifted my arms and he helped me fold the top of my dress to my waist. My eyes were closed as his fingers continued to explore until they unfastened my bra. For a long, delicious moment, my heart pounding, I thought I might die from anticipation and then, when his lips came down upon me, I thought I'd die of pleasure.

The rush of excitement crashed against my better judgment. I knew I should tell him to slow down, but I felt like I was floating, gently undulating on a wave of passion, a wave that was carrying me out too far. "Wait," I heard myself say finally. "We're moving too quickly, Robert. I'm afraid.-

He lifted himself from me and I saw him above me, his eyes closed. He took a deep breath and caught hold of the wild passion that was pulling him forward, too.

"You're right, Laura," he said. "I just couldn't stop myself."

"I know a lot of girls wouldn't stop you, Robert. I understand if you're angry with me."

"No," he said, smiling. "It's just the opposite. I want us to be something special, very special. I want us to move as quickly as we both want to move, and love as we both want to love. I want this to last, Laura. I really do love you."

I nodded,

"I love you, too, Robert." I reached up for him again, but he shook his head and pulled my bra down over my breasts.

"If we don't stop now, I won't be able to, Laura," he confessed. He leaned back against the car door and I sat up and fixed my clothes. He had to help me with my dress zipper.

Then we just sat there in each other's arms, listening to our hearts calm themselves, kissing gently every once in a while, and talking softly about the stars, our love, our dreams. Suddenly, Robert looked at his watch.

"Wow, I didn't realize how long we've been here. We had better get going or you'll be late for your curfew."

He started the engine and put the car into reverse. We heard the tires spin, but the car didn't move.

"What the . ."

He gunned the engine and the tires squealed, kicking up more sand that slapped at the belly of the car, but still we didn't move. He put the car into drive and tried to move forward, then back, rocking the vehicle, but that didn't work either.

"Oh no," he moaned. He reached over to open the glove compartment to take out a flashlight. Then he got out and shined the light on the rear tires. "I dug a hole in the sand. I didn't realize it was so soft here!"

"Robert, what are we going to do?"

"I'll have to run back until I can find a house with lights on and make a call to a tow truck. I'm sorry. I've ruined everything. There's no way we can explain . ."

Suddenly, a set of headlights brightened up the sky. Robert brought his hand to his forehead to shade his eyes. "What the hell . . . Who?"

"Who is it, Robert?" I asked, terrified.

"I can't make him out yet, but . . I think it's Cary!" he declared after another moment.

I turned to look. I would never mistake that silhouetted form. It was Cary walking along the beach road, his truck headlights on behind him.

"Cary!" I cried as soon as he drew close enough.

"Got yourself in a bit of trouble, I see," Cary said with his hands on his hips, gazing down at the wheels.

"Yes, I didn't realize--"

"That's because you aren't from around here," he said disdainfully. "You think these roads are like the old dirt back roads where you took your other girlfriends, huh?"

"No," Robert protested, but Cary just turned to me.

"This was stupid, Laura," he said to me. "I thought you knew better."

"What are you doing here, Cary? How did you find us?"

"I saw you leave the school dance and thought you were going home. When you kept going toward the Point . . . well, just lucky for you I decided to trail along for a while."