Page 47 of Absorbed

He let his hands drop back to her waist. The spot where her hand rested on his chest felt damp, but she couldn’t tell if it was heat radiating from him or if she was sweating. Lifting her palm slowly, Stacey’s fingertips and nails grazed the skin on his left pec, and everything about him inflated.

Jessie groaned and pushed his pelvis upward. He was hard. Hot between her legs. Stacey suppressed her own groan.

Slow down, Chapman!She wanted to outline each of the muscles on his chest and abs with her fingertips, memorizing the curves and gaps, so she could sketch and paint him. And she was afraid that even the faintest touch would explode in each of them something that couldn’t be controlled.

Jessie leaned his head back, inhaling deeply, his chest spread wide. She bit her bottom lip. Stacey swiped her hand across his chest. Her thumb caught on his nipple before she rested her hand on his bicep. His tattoo of thorns.

The CD switched to “Wicked Game.” Jessie leaned forward, one hand on Stacey’s neck, pulling her close to kiss again. The fingers on his free hand slipped under her tank top, running the tips of his fingernails up her spine. Stacey shivered, arched her back. Jessie kissed the place her heart threatened to burst out from.

The air in the car was sticky. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

Their mouths met. They eagerly pressed their lips, tongues, and teeth together.

Being on top of him magnified everything she felt between her legs. There was a throbbing through her 501’s. She couldn’t tell exactly where it was coming from, but hoped it would never end.This. Keep doing this. God this feels so good. ONLY this. Forever.

She spread her legs apart wider.

He pushed up harder.

Heat rose between them. The air smelled like their sweat. The windows were fogged up.

Jessie cupped her breasts through her bra. Stacey tensed. He moved his fingers to her back and she relaxed. He wrapped her in an embrace, then unhooked her bra.

A squeak escaped Stacey’s open mouth and she started to pull away. Jessie had already looped his fingers over the bra and tank top straps and was pulling them to the sides.

“Wait!”Stacey instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and tilted away.

Jessie eased her hands down by her sides, shaking his head. “Don’t cover up,” he whispered. “I want to look at you.” His breathy request and Chris Isaak’s mesmerizing voice braided Stacey’s thoughts.

Strange desire. Jessie wants to look at me. Foolish people. Kiss me. Touch me. Lick me.

She let her arms relax.

Jessie eased the straps down. The loose bra and lace trim barely clung to Stacey’s breasts.

I should stop him. Never dreamed. I know I should…stop us…both.

Jessie’s thumbs edged the lace. Her nipples hardened, muted her brain. Her lips parted. No words fell out.

Chris Isaak sang warnings about a broken heart.

Jessie eased the tank top down. Stacey froze. Her breath trembled.

Jessie’s mouth touched her left nipple. Waves of heat rippled into shivers. His tongue was like a pin, piercing her. Struggling to hold on, she gripped Jessie’s ribs. She exhaled. Her panties became damp.

Then Jessie’s hands were all over her. He cupped her breasts. It felt good. He licked her nipples and it felt so good. His mouth was on her mouth, her hands explored his chest. She ran her fingers down the ridges of his abs. It all felt too good.

Topless is third base, right? Third base is way too fast for a first date.

His slobber was intoxicating, and their heat, and his hands on her. It all felt dangerously good. Her breath was fast and deep.

This is scary and exciting, but maybe it’s okay. No more though…more would be way too far.

Jessie grabbed Stacey’s back belt loop, and cradled her to him with his other arm. He shifted them both up and over, and before Stacey knew what was happening she was on her back across the seat, with Jessie above her.

A seat belt buckle pressed into her shoulder blade. Her neck was angled oddly against the side armrest.

“Wait.” Stacey shifted under him.

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