a couple more seconds, before reluctantly climbing out. Crossing my arms over my chest, I walk to him. It's a little cooler up here, and I notice instantly the air is different.
It's crisper, cleaner, and easier to inhale. I can see down into the valley from the small ditch we're in. There are a few houses, and the rest is fields. I've never been this far into the country before, but it's beautiful.
“Do you think it's gone? He wouldn't attack us, would he?”
“Why, are you scared? Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you.”
“You're going to fight off a nine hundred pound animal?”
He looks back at me over his shoulder as he stalks to the tree line. “I will if I have to.”
I smile with his response, a flutter in my belly at the idea of him protecting me. It's a sweet idea, but he isn't taking down an animal that size.
There's a rustle in the leaves, and Nick reaches back, and slides me behind him to block me protectively. His hand slides down my arm, and I don't even realize it when it happens, but I wrap my fingers into his.
His hand is warm, his fingers capturing mine like he's been waiting for me. Nick squeezes my hand, his eyes no longer on the trees but on me. He looks down at our braided fingers, then up to my eyes with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“I like this,” he says, lifting our hands as one.
I don't answer, I can't. I like it too, but I told myself he's off limits. Look and don't touch, that's the rule now.
His thumb sweeps over my knuckles, and my heart bucks in my chest. His eyes are on mine, strong, bold, and making the world around me disappear.
Nick takes another look over his shoulder, then turns and pulls me towards the car. “There's nothing here. Whatever it was is probably long gone by now.”
Reaching the front of the car and he stops. Leaning against the hood, he swiftly swings me around and pulls me into his chest. I'm at his mercy, coiled in his arms, trapped against his hard chest.
My hands sit on his firm chest muscles, my mind a swirling mess of desire and resistance.
You can't. . . But I want to.
Don't. . . But I need to.
No. . . Yes.
With one slow blink, I peer up at him like a deer in headlights. There's so much I want, and so much I can't have. I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what he's thinking.
Nick moves his fingers up and down the center of my back. The motion is soft, delicate, but I feel the need. The pads of his fingers deepen, pressing harder, massaging with long, firm strokes.
I melt into his arms, letting him touch me in a way I know he shouldn't. His hand slips over my side, brushing the outside of my breast as he presses the small of my back closer to his body.
Tipping my head, Nick shifts his face, causing our lips to almost touch. His mouth hovers on mine, testing me, waiting to see if I'll accept or reject him.
Be strong! You promised yourself you'd stay away!
My lips open as my head tries to pull away. My tongue tempts the opening of my mouth, while my hands push against his chest. It's a battle, a battle I'm losing. A battle I'm never going to win.
In one quick swoop, Nick captures my face in his hands, and kisses me deep. His tongue licks and tastes, and I lick back. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, palming the back of my head and kissing me deeper.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he spins me so I'm against the car. Our lips never break away as he lifts me off the ground and sits me on the hood of the car. Neither one of us is speaking. The only sounds between us are wet lips and gasping breaths.
Feverishly he starts to unbutton my shorts. Reaching down I grab his hands, and ask, “Right here?”
“Right here.” He smirks, pinching my zipper and pulling it down.
Lifting a hand to my shoulder, he pushes me back on the hood, and starts to wriggle my shorts and panties down my thighs. Digging my heels into the bumper, I lift myself up, and he tugs my shorts to my ankles.
His fingers grip my thighs, and he groans as his eyes drop to my pussy. “Now that's fucking beautiful,” he says, licking his