this all the time. In fact, I only know this song because of her. It’s almost enough to make me believe in fate again.
I grip her hip again and squeeze the supple flesh hard.
Maybe it’s because I’m living one of my many teenage wet dreams, but she feels damn incredible. My palms itch to slide up and cup her breast. I imagine her nipples hardening against them. I wonder if they’re hard already. If she likes them pinched or sucked. If they’re pierced.
I tighten my hold on her hip to stop myself from throwing caution into the wind to find out.
She reaches up to pull her hair over one shoulder, exposing the side of her neck and her shoulder. I want to sink my teeth into that smooth fragrant skin and suck.
Her thighs spread, making just enough room for me to sink into the plush heat at their apex.
I lift my hips and rock them, slowly, up.
Her legs quiver and her hand grips my thigh briefly, her fingernails dig into my skin and bite my lip to hold in a groan.
God, I can smell her.
Then, she turns and looks over her shoulder at me Her eyes are hidden by the dark opacity of her sunglasses. But I know what’s behind them.
Almond shaped, wide set, thick lashed eyes that are as dark, deep, and unknowable as a moonless, starless, midnight sky.
Her lips part, as if she’s about to speak. Instead, she bites the plump flesh at the same time that she rolls her hips, slowly but deliberately. Her moan is soundless, but her back arches and her lip slips from the greedy grip of her teeth as she mouths “coming” before she faces forward again.
But for her thighs trembling on top of mine, and the shallow, sharp breaths that lift her shoulders, I wouldn’t know anything was happening to her.
By the time the driver pulls into the resort and turns on the overhead lights, I’m rock hard, my balls ache, my mind on the edge of fevered. I want to roar for everyone to get the fuck off so I can pull my dick out and fuck her senseless.
But, neither of us move, not even to breathe, as Carol and her crew climb off.
What happens now? Do I tell her who I am?
And then what? Apologize?
“Reggie, are you asleep?” My eyes fly open at the sound of her friend’s voice. She’s sitting across from us, smirking. “You can stop using that man like a throne. There are plenty of seats.”
“Oh, god, sorry,” Regan says as she looks around the now empty carriage. She scoots forward so that she can stand.
I let go of her and grab my hat off my head and drop it over my erection.
My hair is the only thing about me that hasn’t changed since the last time I saw her, but it’s cut so low that none of the natural waves are visible.
I tense as she looks me over and I wait for her to gasp in recognition. It doesn’t come and I’m disappointed rather than relieved.
“Thank you,” she says and there’s a stiffness in her voice and in the set of her insanely voluptuous mouth as she sits next to her friend.
“I’m glad you got your bracelet free,” I say with as much equilibrium as I can manage. I nod toward her foot.
Only the tips of her toes are visible beneath the flood of her dress, now, but I’ll never forget the feel of her legs against mine. I can’t believe what we just did.
“Your bracelet got loose?” Her friend probes.
“Yeah,” she laughs and wiggles her delicate foot, wriggling her pretty light pink painted toes. “My anklet... It got caught on his laces, but I freed it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and leans her head against the shuttle window, effectively dismissing both of us.
“We’re pulling away, one stop left,” the driver informs as he closes the doors and sends us back into darkness. The bright overhead lights are on and I glance over to find the driver watching me through the rearview. with a knowing look on his face before he turns his eyes back to the road.
Shit. Did he see?
Well, as long as his mind was the only thing recording it, I don’t care.
My eyes drift closed as we ride along. The warm wind is a soft caress that carries the scent of flowers and the ocean as we zipped along the winding path cut into the side of this cliff. But I