Fortuity (Transcend 3)

“Okay, Mr. Vulgar. What exactly does that mean?”

“Let me get your door. You may have forgotten how to act on a date, but I haven’t.”

I rest my hands on the sack of leftovers and bite my lips together, patiently waiting for his chivalrous self to open my door.

He opens it, takes the sack, and locks the car after shutting my door. Before I have a chance to hug my arms to my body, he clasps my hand and leads me to his door. I think going inside is a bad idea. It’s been too … everything, but mostly too perfect. I don’t want to mess it up with a stray toenail or my nerves getting the best of me again. My ability to refuse his silent offer dies along with all other words. Again, I can’t think or breathe when we’re touching.

“So …” I fold my hands in front of me as he sticks the leftovers in the fridge. “I had a nice night. Thank you so much for dinner.”

He shuts the fridge door and retraces his steps toward me.

“It was good.” Here it comes—my nervous mumbling continues. “The company was good too.”

Nate stops in front of me, studying me with a mysterious grin like I’m thoroughly amusing him.

I swallow hard and wait for him to say something … do something, but he’s much more interested in making my nerves reach an unhealthy level by not saying or doing anything.

“Say something.” I stare at his chest, a safe zone.

“I feel like you’re getting ready to call it a night, but I’m not done with you yet.”

Gulp …

“I know you bought condoms.” I say those five words, but they come out as Iknowyouboughtcondoms! A brand-new word. An SOS of sorts.

“What?” He furrows his brow.

See. One word.

My nose wrinkles and I glance up at him. “Morgan told me you bought condoms. She said you said they were for Mr. Hans, but we both know that’s not true. And maybe you have other potential pen pals I don’t know about, and maybe you bought them for one of them. I’m just saying …” My words slow and fade into a whisper. “I know you bought condoms.”

How does he remain so unaffected? So cool? When I asked—without saying the actual words—about him masturbating, he showed signs of being human by dropping his gaze and blushing ever so slightly.

With a slight nod, he nibbles his bottom lip. “Yeah … did she also mention she gave him the condoms?”

“Seriously?” I chuckle.

“Yes. I was outside talking to him on the deck, and she ran outside and gave him the box with a ‘Here. My dad got you these.’ He gave me a wide-eyed look.”

I giggle more. “What did you do?”

He scrubs his hands over his face. “What could I do? I went along with it, and said I hoped they were the right ones.”

My laughter settles deep into my belly, making it hard to breathe. “Wh-what did you s-say when he … gave them back?” I press my hand to his chest to keep from falling on my ass with my giggle fit.

“That’s the thing … he’s never given them back to me.”

“What?” My other hand finds his chest too as I collapse into it.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” He gathers my hair into a small ponytail and tugs it, forcing me to look at him and his frown.

My laughter dies from my chest compressing to his and his tugging of my hair. I feel it in places that shouldn’t be connected to my hair follicles. “Stop looking at my mouth unless you’re going to ki—”

It’s a nip, more than an actual kiss. His teeth capture my bottom lip, just to shut me up. He sucks it into his mouth. A moan cuts through the air, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s mine. The kiss turns into my hands clutching his shirt. He releases my hair, sliding his hands down my back. One hand grabs my ass, the other hand slides between us, pausing at my ribs for a few seconds before sliding up an inch.

There’s that moan of mine again. This time the slide of his thumb over my nipple elicits my automatic reaction. The fabric is thin, and I’m not wearing a bra because of the cut of the dress. He squeezes my ass again … and again. The short skirt works its way up until his hand cups my ass over my panties. As his tongue slides against mine, his hand slides into the back of my panties, grabbing a handful of flesh.

It all happens so fast. I guess that’s the speed two people go when it’s been so long since having sex.

More moans.

His other hand moves to my backside.

He’s lifting me up.

My legs wrap around him.

Several steps.

A wall hits my back.