The Surrogate

Starting Something

"Are you sure it's what you want? You've made up your mind, yes?"

She leans towards him, wishing that there wasn't the centre console between them, "please, just kiss me, don't give me a chance to change my mind."

He leans in, stopping tantalisingly close to her, his eyes searching hers to double check that he's not dreaming, that she really wants this. He sees everything that he needs to see - her consent and a whole lot more. She meets him in the middle, right over the handbrake and he catches her mouth in a sweet kiss that's full of promise.

They both feel like they're melting, both feeling a desire for each other sparkling it's way up their spines to infiltrate and take over their minds.

She lets out a soft whimper into his mouth and it makes him kiss her harder, deeper, slipping his tongue between her parted lips to claim her more fully.

His kiss is heavenly and she feels it all over her body. She wants him closer and grabs a handful of his t-shirt to try and pull him nearer.

He tries to fulfil her need and releases his seatbelt and then hers before lifting his body from the seat in an effort to get closer. He feels a tension of the muscles in his thighs and a stretch in his side and his back, this is as close as they'll get for now.

Then another car roars past, it's occupant rudely sounding the horn as it goes and it makes them spring apart as they remember where they are and she realises that they've probably been caught.

"Do you think they saw us?" She sits back in her seat, looking around them.

"At the speed they were going, I doubt it," he smiles, he secretly couldn't care less if they've been seen kissing but he's got a feeling that she might want to keep things under wraps for now. He does want to keep things between them private but not necessarily secret. "Are you worried?"

She thinks about it and gives herself something of a crisis of conscience. What if she's not enough for him? What if he changes his mind? What if it all goes wrong? "You're sure this is what you want?"

His lips part and his brows momentarily raise, "I know it what's I want, why do you ask?"

"What if I'm not enough for you? What if I can't give you enough?"

He half laughs and slowly shakes his head, he's baffled at how this woman can doubt herself and gently grasps her chin with his fingers to make her look at him, "come closer," he murmurs, pressing a finger beneath her chin.

Because she's already addicted to his kiss, she mutely obeys and leans in, closing her eyes and slightly parting her lips in anticipation.

His lips are soft as they capture her own but his kiss is firmer, more urgent and laying his feelings bare to her. She's swept away with wonderful flashbacks of the night she spent with him and the aching warmth she feels between her legs begins to gather pace.

He parts their lips just as a faint moan falls from her mouth, he wants to take her hand and put it between his legs so she can feel what she does to him but that might be too much too soon, he wants to do this at her pace and hopes that letting her be in control will help in the long run. "Does that answer your questions?" he asks huskily, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

She nods and then lets her forehead gently touch his. He wants her, he really wants her and he's happy for them to be exclusive, he's all hers.

"I'm yours Holly," he says as if he's been able to read her mind, "I'm all yours."

She visibly melts and leans into his touch and it feels like the best thing ever. She feels more for him than he'd thought was possible, he's certain of that and he dares to let his mind runaway with itself, imagining them having a future - just himself, Holly and his little bean.