Page 32 of Scores Of The Heart

He grins, not breaking away as I pull my body towards his and he wraps his huge arms around me. My breasts pushing right into his solid chest.

He makes a low noise in his throat, and it’s the sexiest, most primal thing I’ve ever heard. “Feels so good,” he mutters, switching sides again, holding my face between his hands. He holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world and I know that’s ridiculous because he doesn’t even know me.

Then one hand slides down my face, then as I feel him breathe into my neck. His fingertips graze over my decolletage. His hand skating over my breast. I freeze mid kiss, though I love the sensation, I pull back suddenly from the kiss. And not because I don’t want him to touch me, far from it, but a million other thoughts are going through my mind and they overtake the moment.

He pulls back abruptly, removing his hands from me, and sits back in his seat.

“Fuck, Cindy. I’m sorry?—”

I shake my head. “It’s okay,” I pant. “We both got carried away.” The way he says fuck sends a ripple through my body. I don’t know why, it never sounds sexy when other guys say it. “Look, I’d better…” I reach for the door handle. I don’t want him to think he did anything wrong, or that I’m not into it, but the intensity is too much.

“Don’t go,” he says, running a hand through his hair.

I turn to look at him. “I’ll see you Monday,” I breathe.

He watches me carefully and nods. I know he thinks he’s done something wrong, but he hasn’t. It’s just me, this is how I am. Miss Cautious. I’ve been like this my whole life.

I hesitate for a moment before I get out of the car. “Maybe I could get your number?” I say, before I can even stop myself.

His bottom lip disappears between his teeth for a moment, but he fishes his cell out from the console. He unlocks it, clicks on contacts and passes it to me swiftly so I can type my number in.

I pass it back to him and he immediately starts typing. I hear the buzz of my cell from inside my purse.

“Now you have my number, too,” he says darkly, watching me in the moonlight.

My skin is hot and flushed, and I’m so glad he can’t see how hot he’s gotten me.

But maybe he can? Maybe it’s evident on my face.

“Thank you, and for the ride,” I murmur.

He smiles, his face soft in the darkness. “Any time.”

“Monday,” I whisper.

“I’ll be there.”

* * *

I can hear Henry barking when I get to the door. I quickly let myself inside and reach down to pet him as I close the door. I sink to the ground while I give Henry some love and lean back on the door. I need a few minutes to get my composure back. My panties are soaked and I can taste him on my lips.

That was the hottest, most illicit kiss I’ve ever had. And he kept his tongue in his mouth. I can only imagine the things he could do with it if he tried.

I wrap my arms around Henry, closing my eyes as I revel in what it felt like to be touched after so damned long. It was magic, but I freaked out.

I hope I didn’t scare him off. I was the one pushing my body into his. I couldn’t even see in the dark if I was turning him on, but I’m pretty sure his breathing showed he was. I stay where I am in the dark, dropping my purse to the floor as I hear his car take off. Only then do I truly feel his absence. And it shouldn’t feel this way, since I don’t really know Tyler at all. Only that he’s the bad boy defenseman for the Hawks and I’m technically not allowed anywhere near him. Certainly not throwing myself across his console, pushing my hard nipples into his chest while we kiss after knowing each other for five minutes.

I’ve lost my mind. But it feels so damned good.

“What am I going to do, Henry?” He licks my face as I scruffle his ears how he likes.

One thing I do know is that I need to find some relief after our showdown in the car.

When Henry settles down, I fill up his little biscuit bowl and head off into my room to change, ripping my shirt off over my head on the way. My taunt nipples rubbing on the lace of my bra.

I had a growth spurt after high school as luck would have it, and I’m now a natural C cup. I unhook my bra and let that fall too, staring down at my breasts, aching for them to be touched by Tyler. I wish I hadn’t stopped him. I pull them and rub my thumbs over my nipples, imagining it’s Tyler rubbing them. It’s hard to even fathom what it would be like to have his mouth on them, feeling his wet kisses as he sucks and licks, pushing his hard erection into me.

I was only a few seconds away from mounting him in the car and dry humping him! I’m sure he’s more than used to that, with the amount of women he must have had over the years. But fear stopped me. It’s been so long since I’ve slept with a man, by choice, that I don’t even know if I’d be any good at it. And it’s embarrassing. I really like the guy, and I don’t want him to be put off by my lack of experience. And now he probably thinks he’s done something wrong with the way I quickly dived out of the car. I’ll clear that up over the weekend, if I have the guts to text him.

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