Before she could think about what he
was about to do, he was already doing it. He stepped forward, his arms
wrapped tightly around her waist as he pushed her back against the heavy
metal of her vehicle.
The thunder above her was no match for
the fire within her. Her ears thrummed along with her heartbeat. She could
hear nothing but the pulse of blood flowing throughout her body.
Jaclyn kissed him back with an urgency
she hadn’t recalled ever feeling before. He was confusing and intoxicating
in one hot and delectable package of strength and man. He smelt of cologne,
cinnamon and rain.
She hadn’t noticed the rain beginning
to fall. It was a soft shower which was quickly turning into a torrent. It
felt good, refreshing, if not suffocating.
When Danny pulled back slightly he
growled, “Open the damn car, Jaclyn.”
She struggled for the right key, found
the hole and inserted it, turned it swiftly and pulled her door open, Danny
ran around to the passenger side and got in.
They slammed their doors closed and as
Jaclyn had time to gather her senses she went to push the key into the
ignition. “Want me to take you home?” She blurted not knowing what else
to say at this point.
Danny used his hand on her chin to
force her to face him. She held her breath thinking he would speak. He
didn’t. He reached under his seat, pushed the chair back as far as it
would go then he leaned forward, grabbed Jaclyn around the waist and pulled
her forward. She sprang from her seat by his brute strength and landed on
his lap. Almost kneeing him in the groin she quickly angled her body to
avoid the collision.
The outcome had her sliding onto him,
straddling him, her body conforming to his lap atop his parted legs, his
thighs beneath her were corded muscle and felt incredible holding her
weight. She squirmed closer, rubbed her crotch against his bulging denim and
heard him moan, “Ahh, that’s it, Jaclyn.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this,
“Oh, yes. You should.”
“I have to take you home, right
“You have to take me to heaven,
Jaclyn… right now.”