Not Safe for Work(7)

A small cluster of cars took up the middle rows, with my Camry all by itself near the far wall.

“I’m over there.” I gestured toward it. “What about you?”

“Right here.” He pressed the button on his key fob, and the lights flashed on a black Mercedes a few feet away. He stopped, spinning the key ring on his finger. “So…I’ll meet you…”

“The Coastal Star Hotel.”

“Right. Right. So I guess I’ll…”

“See you there?”

“Yeah.”

But neither of us moved.

We made eye contact. Broke it. Made it again. My heart was going crazy, as much from excitement as this alien nervousness. I didn’t think I’d been this nervous since I was nineteen and trying to work up the courage to kiss the woman who’d one day be my ex-wife.

Ah, that was it.

I took a breath and stepped closer to him. “You know, it seems weird to be on our way to a hotel room already. I haven’t even kissed you.”

Rick grinned, drawing my attention right to his slim but somehow full lips. “No time like the present, right?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“It’s…” He cleared his throat. “It’s your call, but the door is certainly open.”

I glanced around. This garage was bigger than the bar where we’d been too exposed to chance so much as a hand on an arm, but there was no one around that I could see. And at this point, with a phantom tingle where his foot had touched mine, I was rapidly forgetting why I’d ever held back in the first place.

I took another step, and though our height difference was more pronounced now, it didn’t feel that way. I didn’t feel in the least bit like I was looking up at him. Quite the opposite, actually, and the thought of him literally looking up at me—from his knees, from his back, from whatever position I’d ordered him into—went straight to my balls.

Well shit. If I was going to get hard anyway…

For a second, I preemptively panicked at the idea of someone walking down those stairs and catching us, but the thought of not kissing Rick right now was a bigger motivator than the fear of getting caught. So, I put a hand on his waist, lifted my heels just slightly off the ground and pressed my lips to his.

And everything…just…stopped.

He slowly wrapped his arms around me and parted his lips for me, and I pushed a hand up into his hair, but it was like the whole world around us was as still as the concrete encasing us. Nothing moved. No one breathed. My heartbeat marked time against my ribs, and the hiss of hands over clothes told me the world had just fallen silent and I hadn’t really lost my hearing.

I tilted my head. As I slid the tip of my tongue under his, his fingers twitched on my back. He was exactly the kind of kisser I’d fantasized about. He followed my lead without being so passive that his lips were ticklish against mine, and his lips and tongue moved with mine the same way his fingers moved on my skin and in my hair—gentle enough to do this for hours, assertive enough to weaken my knees. We kissed each other as if we’d done this so many times before that we’d already learned to anticipate each other’s next move.

After God knew how long, we came up for air.

“Jesus,” I whispered, panting against his lips.

“Yeah. That.” He touched his forehead to mine. “Think we’ll be this compatible once we’re in bed?”

“No doubt whatsoever.” I held on to the back of his neck and kissed him again. “But there’s only one way to find out for sure.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Not…not sure I can wait that—” He cut himself off with a kiss. As if I wasn’t already struggling to breathe, he slid a hand between us, over my erection, and moaned against my lips.

I broke the kiss. In between panting, I whispered, “We should get to that hotel. I want to—oh f*ck…”

He was drawing my zipper down, and my mind went blank.

“Rick, we…” What? What was I trying to say?

“Hmm?” His fingers drifted over my cock again, this time with only my boxers to divide skin from skin.

My balance wavered. I leaned against his car for support, and even that didn’t seem like enough to keep me from melting to the concrete.

“When we’re in the hotel,” he murmured against my lips, “I’m yours to do whatever you want. Anything you say, consider it done. But before we go…”

And suddenly I was sure I was dreaming because Rick was kneeling in front of me with his lips around my cock. His hands too. And God in heaven, the man knew what he was doing.

He didn’t try to take my whole dick, just focused his lips and tongue on the head while his hands stroked the rest. I had to grip the car to keep myself upright. Jesus. I should’ve known he wouldn’t do anything halfway—something told me that if we’d been naked right then, with no clothes and no restrictions, he’d have been f*cking me with his fingers at the same time he sucked my dick, and that thought drew a groan from my lips. Or maybe that was the way his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, every motion as soft as it was deliberate. Fuck. Fuck! I could go for ages when I needed to, but after fantasizing about him all day, and now with his hands and mouth on me…not a chance.

“Shit, you’re gonna…” I groaned, trying to blink my eyes into focus so I could watch him. Because, hell, there was nothing hotter in this entire world than this man on his knees, enthusiastically and expertly working this kind of magic. Creases formed between his eyebrows, and his little moans vibrated against sensitive skin, driving me insane just like the hot huffs of breath he released now and then. “You’re…really good at this.”