“Um, okay I need to...” She gestured to him and he caught on quick, helping her disengage herself from him. He got rid of the condom, how she had no clue since she was too busy trying to get dressed. Once he was put back together he rolled the window down and the cool breeze washed over her heated, flushed skin.
“We’re close to Emeryville. Want to give me your exact address so I can tell the driver?”
She rattled it out automatically, tugging her dress back on as quickly as she could. Her skin still tingled, her limbs were weak and she wondered if she’d be able to walk up the stairs which led to her apartment.
That had been undoubtedly the best sex she’d ever had. She didn’t regret doing it or behaving the way she did at all.
What she did regret was that she wouldn’t see him ever again. How unfortunate.
Reaching around her back, she tried to zip the dress up but she couldn’t get a good grip on the zipper. Suddenly sure hands were batting hers away and Justin zipped her in with ease.
“Thank you,” she murmured, barely able to look at him.
Did he think she was a slut? Did he wonder why she gave in so easily to him? Of course, he was incredibly beautiful. Women most likely threw themselves at his feet all the time. He was probably used to it.
That thought didn’t make her feel any better.
“Hey.” He touched her shoulder and she met his gaze. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.”
“You want to get together sometime? Maybe go out for dinner?” The unsure expression on his face said all that she needed to know.
He was asking her purely out of politeness, most likely thinking it was the right thing to do. The last thing he wanted was for her to answer yes, she was sure.
“No, it’s okay. Let’s just leave it at this.” She smiled and unable to help herself, she pressed a quick kiss to his luscious mouth.
A mouth she would probably dream about, it was so sexy.
He traced his finger along the edge of her lower lip, his eyes glowing. “You are an amazing woman, Stephanie.”
“Thank you.” Her voice came out the barest whisper and for some unknown reason she felt tears prick behind her eyes. She wanted to cry. She wanted to wrap herself around this man and never let go.
No, no, no. No wonder she didn’t do one night stands. She wasn’t any good at them. At all.
“No.” He smiled, his finger nudging against her chin. “Thank you.”
The car stopped and she leaned over, rolled down the window to find they were in the parking lot of her apartment complex. Reluctantly she grabbed her purse, set it in her lap and smiled primly at him.
“Well, um, it was nice meeting you.” God this was awkward. She didn’t know what else to say.
He laughed and she smiled. He had a nice laugh, deep and rich and real. “It was great meeting you too, Stephanie. You take care.”
“Thanks. You, too.” The driver must have zipped out of the car at lightning speed because he was suddenly at her door, holding it open for her and she started to depart the car.
Justin’s fingers circled her wrist and he jerked her back inside, pulling her so hard she landed on top of him. Her hands braced against his chest and his mouth swooped down, capturing hers. Giving her the most thorough kiss of her life, his tongue did a slow, lush sweep inside her mouth, making her moan, making her clutch at his shirt as if she never wanted to let go.
“Bye, Stephanie.” He was smiling when he withdrew from her, the smile of a supremely satisfied man and she knew she would never forget the look on his face, the gleam in his gorgeous eyes.
“Goodbye.” She pushed off of him and climbed out of the car, the door slamming shut behind her with a finality that was palpable.
The driver tipped his head in her direction. “Have a nice night, miss.” And then he was gone, climbing back into the car and roaring away into the night.
Stephanie slapped her palms against her heated cheeks as she watched the car drive away.
She knew she’d never be the same.
She also knew she had the perfect information for the article she needed to write for City Magazine.