Page 5 of The Weight of Love

His hands rest lightly on the sides of my hips as he presses his lips against the exposed skin of my neck.

Dear God, bent over the car will work, too.

My body is humming with excitement, and I let out a light little gasp as his teeth graze the sensitive spot above my shoulder.

He firmly grips the curve of my hips and then spins me around to face him. Walking me a couple of steps backward towards the car. His hands slide around, squeezing my ass once he has me facing him.

I’m staring straight at his chest, my breath coming shorter now than it had on the leg press. My hands steady me on his chest.

He frees a hand, tilts my chin up, and then slides it slowly down, caressing the side of my face. Shivers run down my spine. His hand travels down slowly, and he hooks a finger on the edge of my bra and tank top until he’s freed my left breast.

Shit…

A primal growl slips from his throat as he sucks my pink nipple into his mouth, playing and teasing it while his other hand continues its firm exploration of the curve of my ass. His hands are strong and demanding and light my body up.

My hands slide up the side of his arms, squeezing gently as they slide over the massive swell of his biceps. He was fucking huge. There is clearly nothing about him that is small. The fact that we’re in the middle of a parking lot is absolutely the furthest thing from my mind now.

I continue, sliding my hands up and around his shoulders. He bites lightly at my nipple, and I dig my nails deep into his shoulders in response as a gasp mingled with “yes” escapes my mouth.

Clark stops and straightens up, allowing my shirt to slide back up. He’s back to looking down at me like the dark creature in his mind is reading mine. He slides a hand up the plane of my stomach, up between the swell of my breasts, and slowly slides it up my collarbone, and circles my neck firmly without squeezing.

His head tilts as if checking to see if I was going to allow this, and I arch into him in response, increasing the pressure for him a bit as I grind against the tip of his cock planted against my thigh.

“Harder…”

The pressure on my neck and the firm handling caused a cat-like grin to slide across my face. His pupils dilate, and time freezes for a second. My eyes lock on his. There’s something there—something between us in that moment where my dark side and his connect. It’s like someone just poured kerosene on the fire between us.

He is going to be so much fun.

Chapter Four

Clark

My brain is rapidly running down two simultaneous trains of thought.

First, I probably should not have her bent over the hood of her car in a well-lit, camera-monitored parking lot. Not ideal. Definitely not ideal. I’m pretty sure my CO will not be happy if I get arrested for public indecency.

The other is fixated on the sexy little grin and her saying, “Harder.”

No. No. No. Maybe? No! You cannot. Scratch that, you will not fuck her in a parking lot. What the heck has gotten into me?

I use the last shred of my moral strength to step back from her, taking a slow, steady breath.

I’ve never wanted anyone this badly…

“Maybe we need to actually sit in the car and discuss this cardio plan a little further away from security cameras, passing traffic, and public indecency charges.”

She pulls her lips in, biting them, and takes a slow breath in through her nose. This causes her chest to rise and fall, which is even more distracting.

You cannot…no, you will not do this in a parking lot.

She laughs a deep laugh that tickles something in the back of my brain. Her voice is intoxicating by itself, and when she laughs, it just gets even more pronounced.

“You know, you may be right on that one.”

She turns and unlocks her car. When I move to open the door for her, she looks back over her shoulder at me with a frown.

“I got it. I promise I can get doors myself.”

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