"Donnie!"
He let her go and she rubbed her arm. He hadn't meant to be so rough. But she was driving him insane. How much of this was he supposed to take?
To hell with it.
He stepped closer to her and she took a step back. She looked nervous.
Smart girl.
"Do you have any idea what you are doing in there?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You are stirring up all those crazy bastards. You are going to start a Goddamn riot in that outfit!"
He took three steps toward her while he ranted. She took three steps back.
"Don't be silly, Donnie. It's just a shirt and jeans."
He had backed her up almost to the brick wall. She bumped into it and her eyes widened.
"It's not the shirt. And it's not the jeans."
He braced his hands on either side of her head.
"It's the way you fill them out."
“Oh.”
“But they don’t know you. They don’t know that you’re more than just the way you look. Which should be illegal by the way.”
Her eyes were wide as he lowered his head to hers. He didn't kiss her this time, he took her. He took everything he'd been wanting all this time. Ever since he first saw her the first time at Mae’s, a shy little thing.
He took what she'd been holding back. He took all of it.
And she let him. In fact, she seemed as wild for him as he was for her. He moaned and deepened the kiss, pulling her soft curves against his raging hard on.
God Almighty but she felt good!
He let his hands do what they wanted to. They seemed to take on a mind of their own, sliding down her back to her high round bottom, grabbing her hips, pulling her tighter against him. He started grinding his hips into hers and she let out a soft whimper. Then her leg was wrapped around his waist and she was grinding into him.
He tore his mouth away and stared down at her.
“Sally, what are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you.”
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Okay Donnie. I won’t.“
“I’m serious, Sally. I won’t be able to stop.”
She slid her hands up his chest.
“Good.”
Fuck. He moaned in frustration. He wanted to take her up against the wall, but he respected her too much to do that.
His dick, on the other hand, didn’t give a shit about the niceties. He wanted in. Now. And he wanted to stay there a long fucking time.
He couldn't take her home. That would require some explanation in advance. Besides, it would take too long.
He was going to go insane if he didn't get inside her. Now. Immediately. Fucking yesterday.
He couldn't wait. He'd already started unbuttoning her blouse without thinking, his fingers diving into the top of her lacy bra. He had to get her top off. And her pants. Her shoes, she could keep.
He pulled back and stared down at her. They were both breathing hard. One hand was on her chest, and the other one pressed against the wall.
"Take me back to your place."
"Donnie-"
"Damnit, woman what are you trying to do to me?"
She just stared at him. He cursed and grabbed her hand, yanking her into the clubhouse and dragging her into the bed room he'd been using all week. It was a mess but he didn't care if it offended her womanly sensibilities. His dick felt like it was going to jump out of his pants and start a God Damn marching parade.
He flung the door shut and locked it. Then he turned to her and smiled. It wasn't a nice smile though. It was the smile of a man who was about to get something he'd wanted for a long time. He took his jacket off and pulled off his shirt. Then he reached for his belt buckle.
"What are you doing, Donnie?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Ta- taking your clothes off?"
She looked nervous again. But not afraid. Thank God. He never wanted to make her feel afraid. She didn't say a word, just watched as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned the top of his pants, walking towards her.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this why you came here looking like that? You have to know what you are doing to me."
She shook her head frantically.
"No- I- I mean I did come here to see you. I wanted to talk to you- to tell you I was sorry- and then you kissed me and I…”
“You what?”
“I got distracted.”
He stopped mid stride. He was less than a foot away than her now. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.
"Sorry for what?"
She lifted her eyes to his and they were gleaming with unshed tears.
"Sorry that I pushed you away. You've been nothing but nice to me and-"
"Nice? I'm nice?"
"Yes, and I like you but I was just so surprised that you liked me-"