We stepped outside onto the pavement and she began picking her way along the sidewalk. Just when I nearly swept her up out of sheer frustration she stopped and held up one hand. “I better put these on.”
Yeah, that might be better.
When she bent down to slip them on her dress rode up. She wasn’t wearing nylons and my hands itched to slide up the length of her thighs… She wiggled her ass a little as she fussed with the shoe and I forced myself to look anywhere else.
Not that I felt guilty looking, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could resist touching.
When she finally stood in the heels, she wobbled a little and looked up at me. At six feet four, I still loomed over her by a good eight inches.
“I’m all right now.” She fidgeted with the lace on her dress. How did she manage to look so sexy, adorable and yet certifiable at the same time? Her eyes flicked across the street where the Starbucks had gone dark. “Closed.”
I slouched a shoulder against the brick building and tried to figure out what I wanted to do with her.
Trouble might as well have been written across her forehead. Along with chaos. Confusion.
Passion.
I wanted to devour her lips and then pin her body beneath mine. I wanted all that humming vitality homed in on me. Exhaust her so much she couldn’t think.
I wanted to fuck the darkness out of her.
“How bout I drive you home?” I just couldn’t let her go quite yet. Her expression didn’t quite hide her indecisiveness. “You can’t drive like that.” I persisted.
But she shook her head. “I would never! And then pointed south. I need to catch the light rail.”
This late? In a dress that left very little up to the imagination? I damned sure wasn’t about to let her hop on a public train all alone.
“I’m a safer bet at this time of night.” Or was I?
She bit her bottom lip and shivered.
Maybe.
I slipped off my jacket and dropped it on her shoulders. These tall buildings acted like a canyon sometimes and the breeze coming through carried a chill.
“My car’s parked in the garage at my apartment. That’s closer than the station.” I jerked my thumb in the direction of the Tower where we’d run into each other earlier and rocked back on my heels.
After coming to some decision, she nodded and tentatively began walking in front of me. Feeling like I shouldn’t crowd her right now, I jammed my hands in my pockets and slowed my steps to stroll beside her.
“Did you really almost win the super bowl?” She glanced at me sideways.
I couldn’t help smiling. “The World Series,” I corrected her. “And… We didn’t even get there. Got knocked out in the last game of the National League Championship series.”
“You don’t sound very excited., she commented.
I wasn’t excited about it. How far would we have gone if I’d thrown one more guy out?
“I fucked up.” I took her elbow and steered her around the sidewalk grates.
I didn’t release her though. I felt better holding on to her. Even if it was only her arm. Instead of smelling the downtown pollution in the breeze, I could smell her shampoo. I didn’t think she wore any perfume. She just smelled fruity and clean. My groin tightened when I imagined tasting her skin. Even more so when I imagined the scent she’d leave on my hands after I’d made her come.
“Well that sucks.” Her astute comment held more truth than anything anyone else had said to me.
“We were so close.” I don’t know why I was telling her this. I hated it when players relived a game over and over again.
“How close is so close?”
I laughed. Damn. I remembered tasting it. Knowing we were moving on. “Series was tied. We were ahead by two runs. Ninth ending and I had a full count.”
