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There is a sense of inevitability to the evening, but yet again, I don’t want to presume. It’s been some time since we talked last.

We stroll the plaza outside the restaurant, both waiting for the moment of decision.

“So, how long are you in town?” I ask lightly.

“I am due in Miami tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh.”

We both stop under a street lamp that casts our silhouettes against the asphalt of the parking lot. We move closer together. I imagine us together, tonight, if even for a short time.

I am intoxicated with excitement, anticipating the moment he will say the magic words that end my suffering.

“Would you like to have a coffee?”

He reaches out a hand and grasps mine, bringing me closer. I smell the warm cologne of his body inside his coat.

I rest my head against his chest and breathe him in.

“Coffee keeps me awake at night…” I murmur, against the thump of his heartbeat.

“Good problems?”

He lifts my chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, bringing my eyes to meet his. Our lips meet, finally—and I am awash with pleasure.

I press his body aggressively against the door of the car, leaning into his strength as we kiss passionately—oblivious to the occasional passerby. The flood of my arousal compels me to wrap a thigh around his, bringing him in even closer to my heat.

I discreetly brush the front of his trousers with the back of my hand, reveling in the prominence I find there– begging for attention. I pass over again, savoring the promise, feeling the throb of my own anticipation.

“Get in the car.”

He complies with immediacy—snapping the passenger door closed and wedging his hand between for the seatbelt.

“You don’t need that…”

I straddle his lap, pushing up the thin fabric of my skirt, my hips aligned with his. The flannel of his trousers is damp with our arousal. We kiss again, this time with abandon, as I reach down and release the seat back.

He reclines easily and reaches for the buttons of my top, pulling at them hungrily. Pushing his hands away, I undo them myself, exposing my breasts. His hands return–this time with tenderness, as he caresses my overheated skin.

My body hovers over his now as his hands move to play between my thighs.  He  groans raggedly into my mouth, thrusting his pelvis forward against mine. He wants to be inside me. But not yet.

He sighs with relief as I unzip his fly and grasp him in my warm hand, soothing  lightly with the tips of my fingers.

I move my body down between his legs until my bare knees scrape the  floorboard. Moonlight streams through the tinted car window and our eyes meet again, locking our expressions of dazed passion. His hands tangle in my hair and he smiles with an amused disbelief.

“You are incredible, Jillian.”

To be continued…

 

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