by Jami Alden
It was a short ride to Ryan's condo complex, and ten minutes later Nick helped Ryan down from the truck and waited while Kelly walked him to the door.
The atmosphere changed as soon as they were alone. Suddenly the cab was thick with the tension of two people intensely aware of one another but trying to pretend they weren't.
Before, conversation had flowed easily. Now, Nick couldn't think of a damn thing to say. Kelly wasn't any help. She stared silently out the window, hands clasped in her lap in a pose that belied her earlier vibes of sexual interest.
Nick cleared his throat nervously. "So are you still living in Boston? Jake mentioned he'd run into you a couple of times."
Her smile was tight. "Yeah, I saw him and Kit a couple of weeks ago. How funny that they ended up together." Silence filled the car, along with tension so thick he could practically see it. Finally Kelly broke it. "I was getting ready to move to Manhattan when Dad got hurt. Unfortunately they couldn't hold the position open, and now I'll have to find something else."
Nick could tell by the grim set of her mouth she regretted the lost opportunity.
"It must suck for you to have to give that up."
Kelly shrugged. "He's my Dad, and I wasn't always there for him."
Nick could only assume she referred to the aftermath of her mother's death but didn't want to pry. "He's lucky to have you."
He could barely make out her smile in the flickering light of the street lamps, slightly sad. She was silent for several moments, looking out the window.
He imagined how small and backwater the redwood-lined streets and rustic country houses must look to her. "This place must seem so boring to you now after living in the city."
She turned to face him. "The city's great, but this town has its charm. There was a time when I couldn't wait to get out of here." Then, licking her lips nervously or provocatively, he couldn't tell, she said, "But now I realize it has some things worth coming home to.”
Kelly mentally slapped herself upside the head. Her big chance to put the moves on Nick, and she sat like an uptight schoolgirl, saying inane things like "it has some things worth coming home to."
What was it about Nick that made her cool competence disappear? It wasn't as though she was a complete social reject anymore. She'd made friends at work, had a respectable run at relationships.
And now, presented with the perfect opportunity to put the moves on him, she turned into a blithering idiot.
Clearly Nick felt the same, because he didn't bother to make conversation for the rest of the drive.
When they pulled up to the small two-bedroom house she was renting, she scrambled for the door handle. But Nick had already alit from the cab and was at the passenger door. He opened it and cupped her elbow as he helped her down.
"Thanks so much for the ride, Nick," she said once her feet were firmly on the ground. "I'll see you around sometime." She started up the walk but was stopped when Nick grabbed her arm again. She shivered, and not merely from the cool autumn breeze against her bare arms.
"Hold on, let me walk you to the door."
Kelly laughed softly. "It's not as though this is the crime capital of the world. I'm sure I can make it twenty feet safely."
He smiled, his teeth white in the dim streetlights. "No way. My mama always told me, you walk a lady to the door."
She found herself oddly touched by the chivalrous gesture. “Jeez, I practically had to pay the guys I dated in Boston to walk me home."
She could feel Nick's disapproval in the subtle tightening of his fingers around her arm. Underneath his easy-going exterior she knew that Nick was a man who would protect and care for his woman.
Kelly murmured a silent apology to all of her feminist values and let herself fantasize, for just a moment, about how it would feel to have Nick Donovan protecting her and seeing to her every need.
She pulled her key out of her purse, only to have him take it from her hand and unlock her door. Her stomach quivered. Chivalry again.
She tilted her head up at him, her mouth open to say good night, but stopped dead. In the glow of her porch light, Nick's eyes glowed amber, seeming to devour the curves of her face and mouth.
Anticipation washed through her. He wanted her. She was nearly certain of it. Hadn't she vowed to do something about it the next chance she got?
Nick started to push away from the open doorway, his expression once again one of polite friendliness.
Oh no, he was leaving!
“Do — do you want to come in?" Kelly blurted. She mentally slapped herself again. Smooth, Kelly, real smooth.
Again, the heat of awareness flared in his eyes.
Maybe she hadn't completely blown it.
But then Nick started to shake his head. "I really should — “
It was now or never. Before he could utter the word go, she cupped his face in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. For a full second, his mouth was unresponsive, slack with surprise. Her stomach fell somewhere near her knees. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She'd known she'd make a complete fool of herself!
But then Nick was kissing her back, his tongue thrusting eagerly into her mouth, his hands sliding down her back. One hand slid into the waistband of her skirt, gliding roughly over the cheeks of her ass, while his other arm wrapped around her waist.
Kelly found herself pinned against the front door, Nick's denim-clad thigh wedged between her legs. She was on her tiptoes, moaning into his mouth as he surrounded her with his big, muscular body. Her breasts were deliciously crushed against his chest, her mouth filled with the slick, hot taste of his tongue.
Moisture rushed between her legs, and all he had done was kiss her. What would she do when he touched her breasts, her clit? The mere thought made her moan again, louder, and grind her throbbing mound against his thigh.
Then suddenly, he pulled away, chest heaving as though he'd just run a fast mile. Without his support, Kelly staggered a little and reached out to grasp his shoulders. “What — why?” she gasped. "How can you possibly stop now?"
Nick groaned, leaned down, and ran his tongue across her bottom lip. To Kelly's dismay, he backed away before she could suck it back into her mouth.
"Kelly, I don't think this is a very good idea." Even as he said it, his palm curved around the back of her neck.
Now that she'd touched him she couldn't stop. She ran her fingers up the corded muscles of his forearms, explored his biceps, pushing her hands underneath the short sleeves of his T-shirt. "Oh, I have to disagree with you." She leaned up to lick at the salty sweet skin of his neck, gratified by the way his hips involuntarily yearned closer to hers.
"I'm not interested in anything serious," he said, settling his hands around her waist.
"And you think I am?" Kelly sighed as his mouth came down to explore her neck.
"You're a nice girl, Kelly," he murmured between soft sucking kisses that were turning Kelly's knees to liquid.
"How do you know? You haven't seen me for a long time." She tunneled her fingers into his hair. "Maybe I've turned into a big tramp."
His soft chuckle told her he didn't believe that for a second. “What's the big deal? I'm leaving town in a few weeks, and I'm not looking for any great romance."
He lifted his head and looked at her, as though trying to decide whether she was telling the truth. "What exactly is it you want?"
She tilted her head up and gave him what she hoped was an enticing smile. "I've always had a crush on you, Nick. Back in high school I used to listen to what the girls said about you, how good you were." She reached down, slid one hand up his inner thigh to cup him through his jeans. "How big you were."
His hand came down over hers, pressing it even more firmly against the rock-hard column of flesh.
"I want to find out for myself if what they said is true." Kelly wrapped her other hand around his neck, pulling him down for her kiss. “I want to have the high school fling I never got to have. I want you, Nick.”
Nic
k slammed his mouth down across hers, his dick hardening another inch at the eager way Kelly sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Grown-up Kelly, with her deliciously hot body and dirty mouth, was hotter than any fantasy he'd ever conjured in his own mind.
A high school fling. Kissing, touching, groping. Teasing a girl until she was so crazy horny that she was willing to go all the way. All of the ways he'd ever dreamed of touching Kelly with his fingers, lips, cock, rushed through his head, and for a terrifying second he was afraid he was going to come in his pants.
Something he hadn't ever done, even when he was in high school.
He slid his hands up the backs of her legs, under her skirt so he could cup her ass through the thin satin of her panties. She was perfect in his hands, firm but soft, overflowing his broad palms. Kelly had exactly the kind of body he liked. Athletic but womanly. Curved in all the right places, tall and strong enough that he wouldn't have to worry about going easy on her.
Kelly wrapped one long, strong leg around his hip, grinding her crotch against the bulge of his fly. Even through the heavy fabric her damp heat scorched him. No question, Kelly Sullivan could take everything he had to give.
She reached behind her, fumbling for the doorknob, but Nick stopped her as a fantasy he'd harbored for a long, long time took root in his brain.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down the walk.
Dazed, she followed him for a few steps, but then started tugging at his hand. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, just yanked the truck door open and practically threw her inside.
"Where are we going?" Her tone was sharp with creeping impatience.
He revved the truck engine and turned to grin at her. "You said you wanted your high school fling, right?"
She nodded, but a tiny frown knit her eyebrows together.
"Ever been parking?"
Her frown melted into a naughty grin as she slid across the bench seat and glued herself to his side.
The quiet of the truck cab hummed with anticipation. Nick's hand gripped her thigh, his fingers teasing the soft inner curve. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine, spicy scent as she struggled to keep her breathing even. Her belly clenched as he pulled off the road, ignoring NO TRESPASSING signs as he followed a dirt driveway into a clearing several hundred yards off the road.
She bit her lip, feeling as nervous as the high school girl she was pretending to be. "What if someone comes up here?"
Nick turned off the ignition and leaned toward her. "This is a building site we're working on. No one's gonna bother us." Moonlight glowed through the sunroof, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw. His lips parted as he bent his dark head, but instead of taking her mouth as she expected, Nick curved his hand around the nape of her neck and trailed soft kisses across her temple, down her cheek, to the corner of her mouth.
"What's your curfew?" he whispered, fingers trailing down her arm.
Kelly smiled, playing along. "I don't have one. My mom's not around, and my dad works nights."
"Mmm, no parental supervision," he murmured, flicking the seam of her lips lightly with his tongue.
"That's right," she whispered against his mouth, "I can stay out all night if I want to."
His lips slid against hers, his tongue licking inside her mouth in a caress that made her toes curl inside her Keds.
"Move over," he whispered, pushing her across the bench seat as he climbed over the gearshift to the passenger side. She awkwardly twisted until she sat sideways across his lap, her arm squeezed against his chest and her back against the door. With a little grunting and twisting, she found herself straddled on Nick's lap, her skirt up around her waist. He reached down alongside the seat, and with an abrupt jerk the seat slid back several inches.
"Now that's better." His hands settled around her waist, the heat of his palms radiating through the thin cotton of her shirt. He kissed her, long, slow, wet kisses that sent jolts of sensation pulsing between her legs. It wasn't enough. She wanted to feel his skin, see if it was as hot and smooth as she'd always imagined. She tugged his shirt out of his waistband and shoved it up his chest. A soft, satisfied murmur escaped her at the feel of his hot, silky skin against her palms.
He obligingly hooked an arm around to yank it over his head. “I want to take your shirt off, Kelly," he said. "Will you let me?"
Her nails combed through the crisp hair on his chest as she pretended to consider it. "I don't know. I've never gone that far with a boy," she whispered. "Are you sure you won't think I'm a slut?"
He slid his hand up her rib cage, cupping one heavy globe, his thumb barely teasing her through the fabric of her T-shirt. He tasted her soft gasp in his mouth as he raked his thumb again, harder this time. “I promise I won't think you're a slut." He kissed her again. "And it’ll feel so good, I promise."
Kelly leaned back and lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt up and over her head. Her dark curls drifted around her shoulders as she leaned back against the dashboard, clad only in a white lace bra.
"God, I wish I could see you better," he whispered as he traced her plump breasts spilling over the lacy cups. Beneath his fingers her skin was smooth and perfect as silk.
One hand slipped inside a cup to fondle her breast, testing the heavy weight. There was nothing he loved more than the feel of a woman’s breast in his hand. The weight, the bounce, the softness. And hers were amazing, full, soft, her nipple like a hard little bullet pressing into his palm.
Her hands were hot against his back as she held him against her, leaning in to kiss him as he fondled and played with her glorious tits.
Sliding her hands up between them, Kelly reached and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts sprang free exuberantly, as though eager to escape the confines of her lingerie.
Nick leaned back against the seat, cupping her breasts, loving the way the abundant flesh more than filled his big hands. "I've dreamed about your tits," he whispered. The brush of his fingers on her large nipples made her sigh and jerk against his lap.
Nick could feel her smile against his cheek. She rocked against his fly in a way that made him groan and lift his hips tighter against her. "Really?"
"Yeah. I used to think about how they would feel, how they would taste," he whispered, getting back into the role of teenage seducer.
"When you come over to help me study, I dream about unbuttoning your shirt, pushing the books out of the way, and spreading you out on my mom's kitchen table." He loved the way her breath hitched at his words.
"I had no idea you even noticed," she gasped.
"Oh, I noticed all right. I wish I could see you," he repeated. “I want to see your nipples. What color are they, Kelly? Pink? Red? I can feel how hard they are, like they're begging me to suck them," he whispered, leaning his head forward so he could taste the soft skin, pearly in the dim light of the truck. Her breath rose in harsh pants in the steamy confines of the cab as his tongue teased her skin. He could smell the fresh, flowery scent of her soap, and under that, the heady smell of her arousal. She was so wet, so responsive, and they'd barely even gotten started.
His lips hovered above one nipple, his hot breath wafting over the ripe tip, but he didn't close his lips over it. Kelly tugged his head impatiently, the most adorable sounds of frustration emitting from her
throat. "Do you want me to suck your nipples?" he teased. "I can't tell if you'll like that or not." He trapped the nipple between two fingers, applying the slightest pressure.
She let out a strangled cry. "Dammit, Nick, suck me." Her demand was accompanied by a sharp tug on his hair as she arched her back and pressed one hard bud against his lips.
"For someone who's never let a boy touch her like this, you’re pretty demanding," he whispered around the swollen peak. Kelly's eager response and demands for pleasure drove him out of his mind. He was so turned on it was a wonder he could even speak..
She let out
a serrated moan as his lips closed over her nipple, sucking hard. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she squirmed in his lap. "Please, Nick, no more games, just touch me." Dimly Nick heard her moans as he was consumed by the delicious taste of her skin, the feel of her hard, swollen flesh against his lips and tongue. He released one nipple with an audible pop, only to fasten his lips on the other pleading tip.
The cab grew humid from their overheated bodies, and beads of condensation trickled down the inside of the windows.
"When we fuck I want you on top, so I can suck your tits while my cock is inside you," he whispered harshly, his fingers squeezing and pulling at the bud made slick and damp from his mouth. He heard her gasp, knew his words were making her hotter. He'd never been a big talker during sex, didn't even know where the words were coming from. But her obvious arousal inspired him. "What do you think of that? You think you're ready to go all the way with me?" He squeezed her breasts together, licking and sucking first at one nipple, then the other. “Maybe someday I'll fuck your tits," he rasped. "Would you like that?"
Her only answer was a sharp cry as she shuddered against him. A faint sheen of sweat gleamed on her chest, and she fell forward against his chest.
He stared at her, stunned. "Did you just —“
"I'm sorry," she whispered shakily. "I couldn't wait, I'm so sorry—“
Nick groaned and thrust his tongue between her lips, effectively shutting her up. His cock throbbed and twitched, and his balls tightened inside the suddenly torturous confines of his jeans. "You are so fucking hot," he murmured, trailing soft kisses across her cheeks and lips. "If I don't get inside you soon I'm gonna lose my mind."
Every muscle in her body tensed against him as she buried her face against his shoulder.
"What's wrong, honey?" His fingers stroked the damp curls around her hairline. This shy hesitation was so at odds with her earlier demands, Nick was afraid he had pushed too hard, too soon.
"I came too soon. I couldn't hold out, and now I'm already finished."
His laugh burst from his chest. "Premature ejaculation in a car. It doesn't get much more high school than that."
