“You ready to get out of here?” I’ve sported a semi for an hour now. The need sounds in my voice. My chest is tight.
She licks those delicious lips of hers once more and nods. This time when we leave, the entire staff says goodbye. Smiles all around and a few autographs for the late comers. The restaurant had filled up while we were here.
My truck’s parked at the edge of the lot by some trees. We walk around to her side, and before opening the door, I press her against the side of the vehicle with my body and capture her mouth.
Sweet sighs send lust coursing through me. I have one hand at the back of her neck and my other on her waist. I’ve never been this close to a pregnant woman before. Her baby bump is hard. Almost as hard as me. I edge my boot between her legs and push my cock against her. She moans, and fuck if she doesn’t grind against my thigh.
I don’t think anybody sees us but this could get dangerous real fast.
But I can’t let go yet. One of her hands is settled over my heart, the other, in my hair. I tilt my head so I can taste more of her. My hand slides along her slender throat and settles on a lush, full breast. She whimpers.
Holy fuck.
I’m not sure where we’re going with this.
Hell, I’m not even sure where wecango.
I release her lips and bury my face in her hair. I’m breathing hard. Both our hearts are racing. “We should go.” Except I want to keep touching her.
“Yeah.” She says the word on a harsh exhale.
After another minute, I rip myself away and unlock the door. My hands are shaking. I don’t know what she’s doing to me.
I don’t touch her again back in the truck. I’m trying to get myself under control. It’s dark and the mountain road requires all my attention. She’s too precious to risk for even a second.
“Can I ask you something?” Her voice reaches me from the darkness.
I can’t help but land my hand on her knee. I need to touch her again. Anything. The skin on her thigh is soft. It reminds me of butterfly wings. I slide my fingers between her legs, my thumb drawing circles.
“Shoot.”
“Yesterday…” she begins tentatively. “When you were touching me…”
I go to move my hand but she stops me.
“I want you to touch me.”
Her words pierce my heart. This girl doesn’t know me at all. She doesn’t know the shit I’ve done.
“I’ve never been touched like that before.” Her words pierce me with another arrow. “You aren’t the same person today that you were last year. Or even last week. You need to let go of it.”
She’s talking to me as though she can read my mind. It’s crazy as shit. It also pisses me off. I firmly pull my hand back. I wish she wouldn’t do this. I wish she wouldn’t take us here.
“You got pissed when that waiter implied I wasn’t good enough because I was pregnant and not married. As though he could judge my character so easily.”
“He’s an asshole.” I’m clenching my jaw so hard it hurts.
“The thing is, something’s shifted inside of you. If it hadn’t, you’d never have touched me in the first place. Your eyes are different. You see me. I don’t know why. I don’t know how… I just know you see me. And when you touch me, it’s right.”
I play back our conversations in my mind. I’ve never talked about any of this shit with her. I honestly don’t know what to say.
“Just wanted to let you know…” Her voice trails off. When I glance over, she’s looking out her window. Somehow, I think that if anyone else spouted this to me I’d write them off. But it’s Charlie.
My pregnant little hippie.
And damned if she isn’t right. Somethinghasshifted.
And touching her is different. I take her hand again and squeeze.
