Matt's POV:
Holy hell! Kissing Stormy was so much more that I could have ever imagined. The way her soft lips fit against mine, the way she tasted of everything sweet, and innocent and soft had nearly been my undoing... in the middle of a packed diner no less. Never in my life had I ever considered myself an exhibitionist, wasn't too fond of public displays of affection, but damn if I hadn't been ready to lay her on the counter of that diner and have my damn way with her, an audience be damned. I was that damn turned on. It had been years since a woman had affected me the way that Stormy does. Kissing her, wanting to fuck her until she could walk, marking her as mine and mine alone had not been the purpose of me showing up at the diner. But now that it had almost gotten to that point, I was hard pressed to think of doing anything but that.
"Where are you parked?" I said, my voice sounded gravelly even to my own ears as I stepped out into the parking lot. My body wanted to slam her against the building and pick up where we left off. My lips wanted to taste every inch of her skin. My hands wanted to explore every inch of her body, committing every dip and plain to memory.
"I walked. My sister only lives a couple of blocks from here." She said, her voice husky with desire. Seems she was as far gone as I was.
Lacing her fingers with mine, I pulled in the direction of my truck. Using the other hand to swing the door open I silently asked her if this was crazy, if things were going to fast. Her answer was her looping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down to her lips as she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against mine in a slow and sensual kiss. A growl slipped past my lips as I used my free arm to lift her up onto the set of the truck. Slipping my hand from her back around to her front, I cupped one full breast into my hands feeling the weight of it. Squeezing gently, I began massaging her, letting my thumb slide over her hard nipple, feeling a sense of male pride when her breathing hitched, and she let out a soft moan.
I felt her hands sliding over my chest, my own nipples pebbling under her touch and sending a wave of desire through me that was so strong it felt like my knees were going to buckle. Grazing my teeth across her bottom lip. I bit down with just enough force to have her breath catching again and that soft moan slipping past her lips once more. Delving my tongue in deep, I licked at her mouth as if I was a man starved. And in a way I was. I was starved of this; having a woman in my arms that was read, willing, and was just as hot for it as I was. But not only that, she was a woman that set my blood aflame, making me want to do things that should not be done outside of the bedroom.
Knowing that I needed to put the break on before we ended up tearing each other's clothes off, I kissed once more before breaking it, pressing my forehead against hers as we both tried to catch our breaths. My hand tailed lazily over her body, just needed to feel her.
"You better stop me know if this is going to fast." I said, panting.
"Who says I want you to stop?" she moaned as she snaked the hand that had been on my chest down to the front of my jeans, sliding her hand over my hardened cock. A literal growl parted my lips as my hands tug into the flare of her hips. "Seize the day, right?"
"Seize the day." I said, slamming my lips against hers and placed a hand around the back of her neck, my fingertips tangling in her hair. I held her to my mouth, kissing her with every emotion that I was feeling before breaking it and looking into her sparkling green eyes.
"Are you sure?" I asked, wanting to give her the chance to change her mind now before things got any damn hotter.
"I've never been surer of anything in my life." She whispered.
And that was all it took. Swinging her legs into the truck, I kissed her once more before slamming the door and rounding the truck. As soon as my ass hit the leather, the center console was flipped up and Stormy was sliding across the seat, one of her hands landing on my thigh, sliding it up and down nearly making me go cross eyed with desire.
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Saving Me
Любовные романыAll of her life, Stormy has been scared of storms. That fear only grew when she lost her father in a tornado. One spring night, a tornado ripped though her little town, leaving behind nothing but death and destruction. But by a stroke of luck or ma...