Page 10 of Road Trip
“Perimeter secured?”
He put his hands on his hips and looked at his feet with a sheepish grin. “Another occupational hazard. Look, Abra, I’ll take the floor. I’m sorry the place was sold out. I don’t want you to—”
The door had barely swung shut before I pulled off my dress and flung it in the corner. “God damn, I need a shower. You’ve got to be sick of that gasoline smell, too.”
Kelly stood in the middle of the room, gaping at me standing in just my plain white cotton boyshorts and matching bra.
“What?”
He started to speak a couple of times and then he turned to look away. “I’m sorry. You’re just, um. Yeah. I’ll let you shower first.”
I crossed the room and stopped before him. “Does this bother you?” I asked in a low voice just inches from him. He looked uncomfortable.
“Abra, I—”
“I don’t want you to—”
“No, it’s just—” He started to speak again, shook his head, then he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me against him, only hesitating a nanosecond before laying a pretty intense kiss on me.
If I had been hesitant before, that was over. Behind the strength and passion of his kiss was an innocence I’d never experienced with a man before. He didn’t try to tease with his tongue, he just went all in. His kissing skill was more raw talent than experience, as if he weren’t trying to hide just how intensely he was feeling.
He pulled back as I had his bottom lip between my teeth and he hissed. “Good grief, Abra. I don’t know what just came over me.”
“I hope what came over you continues to come over you if it means you’ll keep kissing me like that.”
His hands gripped my waist tight and I could tell he didn’t know whether to pull me closer, push me away, or toss me on the bed. The first and last sounded good, but if he was having second thoughts, I had no interest in being the regret girl.
“I mean, I just think two people should get to know each other, or something. I didn’t mean to just attack you or assume that you even wanted…I’m just usually more of a gentleman.”
He was shy! How adorable. But he needed to get over that. I wanted to take his mind off his troubles, if just for a night, or a few hours…it would be sunrise soon.
“Kelly, I’m a grown woman, and while I don’t normally take strange men into a hotel room and pull my dress off in front of them, I’m not going to send you mixed messages. I would love to have some fun with you, but not if you are uncomfortable about it. I love that you are a gentleman, but don’t let that keep you from taking what you want.”
Kelly
What did I want? My first instinct was to run far away from all of this mess, but the thought of sinking into her, burying my troubles in her beautiful body…my saner side said I should take a step back, but the voice was faint and I ignored it. She wasn’t kidding about fun. She seemed like a little more than I could probably handle, but Lord she was perfect. She was like a dark fantasy that guys like me only dreamed about and never thought they’d experience. All the plastic chicks back home I’d dated before were just that, plastic. Artificial. Abra wore her stories on her skin, her sense of humor in her smile and her teasing voice, but her eyes were no joke. She was frank. That much was clear. I wanted to let her take the lead. But I hesitated.
“Abra, you’re incredible. I’ve never met anyone like you before and I don’t want to make a wrong move here, that’s all.” I was going to bruise her, though, if I kept holding her so tight.
Her mischievous smile gave me a rush. I was so hard already; I didn’t want to completely embarrass myself.
“Let’s take a shower, Kelly. Let’s wash away all the crap you’ve had to deal with over the last twenty-four hours, and once we’re clean, we can take it from there. How does that sound?”
“Like heaven.”
She nodded like it was a done deal and grasped my shirt with her tiny hands, pulling it carefully over my head. “Oh, sweetie, you’re all bruised. How are you even still standing?”
I looked down, and she was running her fingers over the bruises on my arms. “It’s not that bad now. Tomorrow, or today, I mean, later, I might be worse.”
Her eyes came up to my face and she ran her hands along my bruised jaw. “You’re really bruised here. Does it hurt?”
I shook my head. “Nah. I’m sure it will. I’m just enjoying this little respite.” I knew once I stopped moving, getting up again was going to hurt like hell.
Abra was doing an amazing job of keeping my mind off the pain. Her finger traced over my lip that thankfully had only been a little split and wasn’t too swollen to kiss her, because now that she’d given me the green light, I intended to do a lot more kissing.
“They missed your eyes and nose. Underachievers,” she muttered, but she looked more worried than anything. She walked around me, dragging her fingers across my back, which felt so erotic. I was shivering by the time she came back around. “It seems your vest really protected you. I bet you’ll be sore, but they didn’t do any damage to your midsection.” She glanced up at me briefly before going to work on my pants.
“Abra,” I breathed out, loving the way her name rolled off my tongue. It was a beautiful name, just like her. Exotic, unique. I wanted her more than it made sense, more than it was smart. Nothing about this scenario made sense, and yet I continued to move forward in a way I’d never had before.
