“Just drive around back,” she said breathlessly.
I took my truck around back and regretted it. There were no lights and no pavement. It was just darkened dirt shrouded by shadows the trees were casting in what was considered the backyard of her studio apartment complex. I parked my truck in the corner, trying to situate it so some of the lamppost lighting from the street would illuminate her walk back to her apartment, but I was still dubious of the whole situation.
“Must have new neighbors,” Hailey said.
“Can I say something?” I asked.
“Anything,” she said.
“I’m so glad you’re back in my life.”
“I’m glad you’re back in mine too,” she said.
“No. I mean, yes, that’s wonderful you feel the same way. But I don’t think I ever told you how much I missed you during that time.”
I turned my body toward her, and I knew I had her attention.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you. I tried to use alcohol to erase your memory and drown you from my system, but it didn’t work. The alcohol made the dreams more vivid and made your voice more pristine, and every time I woke up, I could’ve sworn I felt your lips on my neck.”
I saw the stunned look in her eyes before a small smirk crawled across her face.
“Like this?”
She leaned forward and pressed those luscious lips against my neck, and I felt my entire body relax.
“Like that, yes,” I said.
“What else?” she asked.
“I-I would wake up in the mornings and feel your hands on my chest like you were curling into me after a long night’s sleep.
“Like this?”
She pressed her small, delicate hands against my broad chest while her lips continued to ghost small little kisses over the skin of my neck.
“Yes,” I said, whispering.
“What else?” she asked.
“No matter how much I scrubbed down my skin, your scent never left it. I always smelled you, no matter where I went. It was like you were following me, taunting me with a beauty I’d never have again.”
“Like this?”
She crawled into my lap at that very moment and wrapped her hands in my hair. She slowly pulled my face into her exposed bosom, my nose dipping into her cleavage as her body spray wafted up my nose. That familiar scent of berries and paint covered my entire body, and my hands flew around her back as I pulled her close.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, giggling. “Anything else?”
“If I tell you anything else, we’re going to end up having sex in this truck,” I said into her skin.
“That’s actually kind of comical. I haven’t done anything like that since I was eighteen years old.”
My hands slowly slid up her waist, my fingers sinking into her curves as my lips started pressing kisses into her breasts. I felt her skin heating up as small sighs came from her lips, and I could’ve sworn she was grinding down into my lap. I felt my thickness pressing hard against my pants, threatening to tear the fabric of my jeans open as my teeth began to nip at her skin. Her hands tightened in my hair as her head fell back, and I knew she was going to let me have her.
And I was determined to make this the only sexual endeavor she would ever think of for weeks.
My hands ran up her shirt, feeling her skin pucker against my fingertips while her lips pressed kisses on the top of my head. I slowly slid her shirt off her body, her arms raising for me in silent obedience before it fell to the floorboard of my truck. My fingertips easily plucked her bra off, casting it behind me before I wrapped my lips around her pert nipples.
The way she moaned and pulled my head closer to her body stirred something inside of me that I wanted desperately to let loose.