hand on hers. “What else do you do, besides work at Night ?”
Three hours later Sharon had told him about her dream to go to the beach and how she was working at Night to make the extra money for her trip. She told him about her shitty job at the factory and how she hated it. She told him what it was like growing up with a single mom who worked two jobs in order to make ends meet. She told him, she thought, too much about her life.
They walked out of the diner, into the night, stopping at her car. Kyle’s arms wrapped around her waist, and it felt right, like the palms pressing against her lower back belonged there. Missing pieces to a puzzle she had long since given up on.
“I should go,” she said without attempting to move from his grasp. Not being next to him seemed wrong.
“You should,” he whispered, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just under her ear, making her knees wobble and her thoughts scatter. “You should go home with me.”
She knew the best thing for her would be to run and stay as far away from him as possible. She’d let him in. In the three hours they’d talked, he’d learned more about her than anyone ever had. She couldn’t get emotionally attached. What would that do? Nothing. Nothing but eventually leave her crushed and heartbroken.
Ignoring the rational thoughts, the ones attempting to save her from the pain she never planned to experience, Sharon kissed him. He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his, and she became aware of the hard cock against her stomach. Her mind went back to hours before, how only his hand between her legs had pleasured her and she wanted more.
“I don’t think I can wait that long,” she groaned and slid her hand down between them, cupping his bulge, lightly rubbing.
Taking the soft spot at the base of his neck with her mouth, gripping his shirt in her fist, she tugged him closer, kissing and licking up his neck before finding his lips, parting them with her tongue. Moving backward, the car stopped them, the weight of his hips pinning her against it.
“Right…here,” she moaned in between breaths. “Now.” She unbuttoned his jeans and gave his zipper a quick jerk before sliding her hand down his shaft. A deep moan-growl sound escaped his lips.
His hands went to her silk covered breasts, squeezing then rolling the tight nipples between his fingers. She pictured his hands on her naked body and shivered. As his tongue trailed up her neck to her chin, he slipped a hand under her skirt, lightly pressing her clit between his forefinger and thumb, massaging. A shaky high-pitched whimper left her mouth. The pounding of her heart thudded in her ears. She couldn’t wait to feel his thickness against her walls as his length filled her, his skin against hers.
Suddenly, Kyle’s fingers left her center and both hands cupped each side of her face. He rested his forehead against hers. Breathless, he said, “We need to leave.”
“Wha…what?” Sharon gasped, trying to focus. Her head was spinning, skin tingling, and all she could think about was him bending her over the hood of the car and taking her right there.
“We have an audience.”
Confused, Sharon glanced at the glass door of the diner. The waitress stood there, hands on her hips, spying with distaste. “Oh.”
“My house?”
She started to refuse, but his mouth found her neck and the pulsing between her thighs kicked into high-gear. She swallowed hard, going against everything her head was telling her. “Lead the way.”
Sticks. He lived out in the sticks. His gravel driveway was at least a mile long, maybe more.
Sharon put her car in park and killed the engine. Bad idea. She should have just told him she would follow and then taken off the opposite way. She put her hand on the keys. It would be easy to start the car and go. After all, she’d insisted on driving her car for a reason—to leave when she felt the need. Go! Now! her brained screamed, but as he neared her car