“I didn’t even notice,” Elle said with a shiver, “until you said something.”
Reaching back into the bag, he pulled out the blanket. Adjusting her slightly, so her back was pressed against his chest, he wrapped them both in it. By the time the movie started, they were cocooned in warmth.
They continued to talk quietly, though every so often Jim would bend his head down to press his lips to her cheek or brush them against her jawline. When his hands began to trace a lazy pattern over her hips and torso, she found it difficult to focus on the movie.
At one point he leaned down and grazed her pulse point with his teeth and asked, “Enjoying the movie?”
Arching her neck slightly, she asked, “What movie?”
He chuckled and then pressed a series of hot, openmouthed kisses to her throat. Simultaneously, she felt his hand slide up her torso to cup her breast. When his thumb grazed her nipple through her sweater, she inhaled sharply.
Though his voice was slightly muffled against her neck, she heard him ask, “Should I stop?”
She shook her head no, unable to truly focus on anything but the sensations rocketing through her body. He continued to lightly stroke her nipple as she arched further into his palm. Every time his fingers traced over the tight peak another wav
e of desire shot straight to her core.
When his hand slid under her sweater, she felt him gently trace the edge of her bra with his fingertips. Sliding the strap slightly down her shoulder, he freed one breast from its lacy confinement. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan when he lightly pinched her nipple and then rolled it between his fingers.
Groaning, he placed his mouth next to her ear and said, “The family of four sitting three feet away from us is the only thing that’s stopping me from taking you right here on this blanket.”
He further illustrated his point by sliding his hands down to her hips and bringing her back to press against him. Elle’s eyes widened when she felt an unmistakably aroused cock pressing against her lower back.
Rubbing against him now, she lazily said, “Just ask their parents to cover their eyes.”
She felt his grin against her neck now, along with the rumbling in his chest as he laughed. With a soft exhale against her skin, he said, “Don’t tempt me, woman.”
Jim helped Elle readjust her bra and sweater so that she was no longer exposed under the blanket, then they both turned their attention to the screen. She had always disliked this play. She never understood why Hero gave him a second chance. Claudio had basically called her a slut in front of the whole town on her wedding day. That would be really hard to forgive.
When Elle voiced the thought, Jim said, “Yeah. I don’t really understand why she’d still want to marry him either. He seems like a poor communicator and an ass. Kind of a bad bet, right?”
Grinning, Elle said, “Basically.”
Jim continued to periodically brush his lip against her neck or nip gently at her ear lobe. She was in a nearly constant state of arousal. Even though they’d stopped fooling around under the blanket, it was clear that neither of them was entirely focused on the film.
* * * *
When the movie was over, they discarded the remaining wine and folded up the blankets. After they had packed everything up, they walked hand in hand back to Jim’s SUV. Upon reaching it, he opened the back and tossed the duffel bag in.
Jim walked her around to the passenger’s side of the vehicle, but instead of opening the door, he pulled her tightly to him, then backed up until she was pressed against the side of the truck. Leaning his head down, he attacked her mouth with his. Moaning, she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck.
The loud honking of a car startled them both out of the embrace. Grinning sheepishly, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, then stepped back to open her door and helped her inside. She took a few deep breaths as he walked around to the other side of the car. Moving this quickly wasn’t normally her style. At this point, it didn’t matter though. Elle couldn’t remember the last time she wanted somebody so much.
A few short minutes later, they were back in Elle’s driveway. The late evening traffic was practically nonexistent. As they walked up to her door, she felt his hand curve around her hip again. She reached into her purse to retrieve her keys, then looked up at him.
“Would you like to come inside?” she asked.
Even in the semidarkness of her front porch, she could see both the desire and indecision on his face.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“You don’t have to,” she said.
She felt his hand move to her cheek and tilt her face up. “I know I don’t have to, Elle. I want to, but I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
Elle smiled and said, “I’d only regret it if I let you leave without asking you to stay.”
Leaning down, he pressed his lips lightly to hers. When he straightened again, he nodded.