So, she answered as firmly as she could.
“Putting your hand on my breast.”
“That seems a little fast, honey.”
“Why? Thisisdate number two.”
“I thought date two was just kissing.”
“Second base is also pretty standard.” She paused, waiting and waiting for his objection. It had to be coming, after all. It had to be, it had to be. And when she realized it wasn’t, she went for it. “In fact, usually you would get more than just this.”
“More? What kind of more?”
“Your hand on my bare skin.”
“Bare skin is much too far,” he said.
But she saw his eyes stutter closed, briefly.
As if he was actually thinking of it.
“It’s barely further than this.”
“Yeah, and this is already pushing the limit.”
“Are you sure? Because you seem reluctant to stop.”
He hesitated, for just a second. Then when he spoke, his voice was barely more than a sigh. “Anyone would be, when you feel the way you do.”
“So just keep going. Iwantyou to keep going.”
“God, don’t saywantlike that.”
“How did I say it?”
“Like you’re desperate for me to do it.”
“That’s because I am. I am. Aren’t you?” she asked, and honestly expected nothing but anoin reply. She even planned her argument in response, while she waited for it to come.
But that only made it more shocking when it didn’t.
When he hissed afuck yes,as if he could no longer stand to do anything else. The words just needed to rip right out of him, and when they did, oh,holy fuck,when they did…it was like lightning hitting her body. Her toes actually curled inside her shoes. Every muscle in her seemed to dissolve into a puddle of excitement.
And that wasbeforeshe realized what he was doing.
He was pushing a hand under her top. He was really doing it—and not just in some slow, deliberate sort of manner. There was no measuredness about the move. No sense that he knew what he was doing. For a second, he was actually clumsy about something, instead of smooth and graceful. He was greedy in a way she’d never thought he could be.
And, oh god, it wasgood. It was so, so good.
Just knowing that he wasthiseager sent a pulse of arousal through her. It made her pussy ache and swell and her nipples stiffen—and of course that only made it sweeter when he finally touched her there. His palm brushed over one stiff little point, so softly it should have given her next to nothing. Instead, it made her arch against him, just to get a little more of that contact. It made her almost cry out.
Then he cupped her there, just as she’d imagined.
He squeezed, as if he couldn’t do anything else.
And shedidcry out. She couldn’t help it.
1Though, once it was out, she wished to god she’d kept it in. The second he heard it, he went rigid. Like she’d just socked him in the gut. Then even worse: he reversed. He yanked himself away, until he was as far from her as the car would allow.
