Saving Me

Mr. Boom-ba-Stick

Matt's POV:

Holy hell. Kissing Stormy was so much more than I ever could've imagined. The way her soft lips fit against mine... the way she tasted like everything sweet, innocent, and soft had nearly been my undoing—in the middle of a packed diner, no less.

Never in my life had I considered myself an exhibitionist. I wasn't fond of public displays of affection. But damn if I wasn't five seconds from laying her out on that diner counter and having my way with her, audience be damned. I was that damn turned on.

It had been years since a woman had affected me like Stormy did. Kissing her—wanting to fuck her until she couldn't walk, to mark her as mine—had not been the reason I'd shown up at the diner. But now that it had nearly come to that? Hell, it was the only thing on my mind.

"Where are you parked?" I asked as we stepped out into the parking lot, my voice gravelly even to my own ears.

My body wanted to slam her against the brick wall and pick up where we left off. My lips wanted to taste every inch of her skin. My hands itched to memorize every dip and plane of her body.

"I walked. My sister only lives a couple blocks from here," she said, her voice husky with desire.

Seems she was just as far gone as I was.

Lacing her fingers with mine, I led her toward my truck. Using my free hand to open the door, I gave her a look—a silent question asking if this was crazy, if things were moving too fast.

Her answer was to loop her arms around my neck and pull my head down to meet her lips. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed me slow and sensual, like she had all the time in the world.

A low growl slipped from my throat as I wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the seat of the truck. Sliding my hand around to the front, I cupped one full breast, the weight of it perfect in my palm. Squeezing gently, I massaged her, my thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Her breath hitched, and the soft moan that escaped her lips sparked something primal in me.

Her hands slid over my chest, sending shivers straight down my spine. Even my own nipples pebbled under her touch, and my knees damn near buckled.

I grazed her bottom lip with my teeth, biting down just enough to make her gasp. Then I plunged my tongue into her mouth like a starving man—and maybe I was. Starved for this. Starved for someone who was ready and willing, who was just as desperate as I was.

But it was more than that. Stormy set my blood on fire. She made me want things I hadn't let myself want in years. Things that didn't belong outside the bedroom.

Knowing we had to stop before we ended up naked in the front seat, I kissed her one last time and broke away, resting my forehead against hers while we both caught our breath. My hand traced lazily over her body, needing to feel her even if only for a second longer.

"You better stop me now if this is going too fast," I said between panting breaths.

"Who says I want you to stop?" she whispered, snaking one hand down to my jeans, her palm pressing firmly over my rock-hard cock.

A guttural growl escaped my throat as my fingers dug into the curve of her hips.

"Seize the day, right?" she added with a teasing smirk.

"Seize the day," I echoed before slamming my lips back onto hers, one hand sliding around the back of her neck, tangling in her hair as I kissed her with everything I had.

Then I broke it, just long enough to look into her sparkling green eyes.

"You sure?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out before I lost all self-control.