Hours go by, but it feels like minutes. I’m not ready to go when Alex grabs my hand, pulling me toward the door, insisting we leave before things end and everyone pours out.
When we get back in his car, he reaches behind the seat, handing me a bottle of water. I down it, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my arm in a non-classy way.
“Jeez, I’m a sweaty mess,” I proclaim, enjoying the fact that I really don’t give a shit he’s seeing me like this.
“But admit it, that was the best night of your life.” He winks at me.
I drop my head back against the seat with a big sigh. “Yes, it was. I didn’t want it to end. It was just… everything… I loved it.” With my head still leaning against the seat, I turn it to say to him, “Thank you for bringing me tonight.”
He leans in, stealing a sweet kiss. “Anytime. And I promise we’ll do it again.”
“I thought we weren’t going to do this.” I move my hand back and forth, trying to emphasize theuspart without actually saying it.
He shrugs. “We aren’t.” Then starts his truck as if he didn’t just kiss me.
“Then why do you keep kissing me?”
“That’s different.”
“How is that different? I told you, I’m not looking to date anyone.”
He pulls out of his parking space, driving through the City toward the freeway as he says without even glancing at me, “And I told you. I’m not wanting to date, either. But I didn’t say we weren’t going to fuck.”
He stares right at my face that’s in shock by his choice of words. His panty-melting smirk makes my body tingle and when he winks I’m done for. Thankfully, he looks back to the road in front of him saying nothing more.
I’m not going to lie, the way he saidfucksent a shock wave of sensation right to where I’ve felt dead for way too long.
I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm that wasn’t brought on by myself. Travis could never accomplish it on his own. I always had to offer assistance to get it going, and even then he’d screw things up.
Anger fills me again when I realize I was okay with mediocrity. I was so desperate to be in a relationship I was blind to the fact he was cheating on me and not even good in bed.
Our ride home is just like our ride there, only now I try not to think about how the night will end. I shouldn’t. We’ve both made it clear we don’t want anything from each other. He’s already kissed me, but he left this notion offuckingjust floating in the air, and man, I’m tempted to just go for it.
I’ve never had afriends with benefitsrelationship, but with Alex, it could be fun.
By the time we pull into Vacaville, I’ve made up my mind—I’m going to do it. That is, if he tries first. I’m not bold enough to do anything like that on my own.
When he passes the exit to where my car is parked, I turn to him, “Um, you missed the exit.”
“Nope, my exit is two more up,” he replies with no hint of playfulness or question in his voice, just stating fact.
“Your exit? And you think I’m just going to go back to your house that easily?” I respond, trying to come off concerned.
“Yup,” he responds in a cocky tone while reaching over to turn up the Nine Inch Nails songCloserthat just happened to start playing at that moment. He looks at me, “Song’s fitting, don’t you think?”
I let out a loud laugh. “What, you think you’re going tofuck me like an animal?” I ask, reiterating the lyrics to the song.
“I don’t think. I know. And believe me, you’ll love every second.”
“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“Yup.” He winks with a sexy, confident smirk filling his face.
He pulls off the freeway and into an apartment building not far from the exit while I try to think of a witty comeback. Unfortunately, my mind is blank.
I can’t think of anything but how he would look naked. I’ve felt his chest dance against me and I wonder if the ripples I feel are as glorious to see as they are to touch.
The thought of running my hands down his bare chest causes my legs to clench together involuntarily, which surprises me—I’ve never been turned on by just thinking of a man’s chest. Ever.
