“Seeing it is worse, but it helps to know his story. Which you do.”
“About his parents? And getting kicked out?”
“Yes.”
“And the rest?”
“That’s for him to tell. I won’t tell anybody your story, I won’t tell you theirs. If you hang around long enough, you’ll get them.”
“I don’t have a story,” I said.
“You’re a civilian.”
“Big Daddy? How did he get his name? And did I meet him?”
“He’s another one with a story. He’s definitely got that daddy vibe and our last job required him to wear blue sequined hot pants. It was…something. He hates that call sign, by the way. You’ll like him. He’s a friend.”
“You don’t have friends, I thought,” he said pointedly.
“It’s new. I don’t trust it,” I said as if it were a confession.
“Therapy. So much.”
He was probably right. “I need one who won’t put me in jail. “
“Tony Soprano did it.”
“And look how that turned out for him,” I said.
“Good point.” He rested his hand on my thigh again and squeeze. “So, do you want to pull over?” he said with a meaningful look over his shoulder at the back seat.
A quickie in the backseat was not going to satisfy me tonight. I had something I wanted to do that I’d waited fifteen years for. “I think I want you naked in my bed where I can take my time with you. Besides, there’s no lube in the car,” I pointed out.
“What is the point of paying for the luxury package if it doesn’t come with lube? I’m going to send Lexus a strongly worded letter.”
“Put on some good music, and I’ll get us home in an hour and a half, max.”
“Okay, just don’t get arrested for speeding. That will slow us down.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
22 Carson
I didn’t get arrested and we didn’t quite run across the lobby to the elevator, but it was close.
Once we were in the door, it went the way these things tend to go.
We made out with the desperation of the teenagers we had been. I pushed him against the door and ripped his shirt off. Covering that chest was a crime and his six inch height advantage made it simple for me to ravage it with my mouth.
I’d been hard since he’d made love to my hand. Mouths and hands were everywhere. It was his hand down my pants and muffled curses. It was rug burns on my knees and his fingers in my hair.
We had our first orgasms before all our clothing was off.
Eric slid down the door to join me on the floor.
“Jesus,” he said reaching for me to kiss me. “Tastes good.”
“Bed?” I suggested.
“Absolutely. As soon as my knees are working again.” We sat there, him petting my hair for several long minutes. “Okay,” he said. “I think I can stand now.”
I stood up first and reached down for him. “Hold me up,” he said, draping all his weight on me. Since he was a giant, six inches taller than I was, I could be forgiven for staggering under it.
“Get off me, you moose,” I groused even as I tightened my arms around him.
“Don’t wanna,” he mumbled into my hair and then he slouched further, kissing the top of my ear and down the side of my neck.
Laughing, I half-dragged him over to the bed. Toeing off his shoes, he stepped out of the puddle of pants and boxers at his feet before he tripped. When my knees hit the mattress, I collapsed onto my back with him on top of me.
“Mmm, perfect.” He continued his nuzzling, working his way across my cheek to my mouth.
I stopped him there with a hand on either side of his head and let him kiss the breath out of me again.
I was thirty-something years old and I’d kissed many people, for personal and profession reasons, but kissing Eric was a revelation.
It was Eric. It was as amazing as I’d remembered.
And now, unlike the first time back at his house, he knew all my secrets and he still wanted me. I wasn’t going to worry about the future, it could take care of itself. It was enough to know he wanted me now.
To know that maybe he loved me.
I definitely loved him. The words pressed against my teeth, wanting desperately to be said, but I kept them in.
Nothing I’d ever done before had even come close to feeling like this. No partner, no matter how practiced or skilled, had ever made me feel as wild and