“I can’t say I’ve ever thought of books like that before.”
“Then you must not be reading the right kinds of books.”
She shifts on her feet, angling her hips a little, her head still tilted in a way that makes her seem incredibly coquettish for a girl who says she doesn’t do this kind of thing.
“What’s your name?” she asks, with a seriousness that shows she’s made her mind up.
“No names,” I reply. Her face drops, the first sign of stand-offishness she’s given me since I walked over. I continue, “I’m sure you’re an amazing person. I’m sure you could show and teach me things I’d appreciate for my whole life. I’m sure you’re kind, and generous, and all that good stuff. But that’s not why I started talking to you.”
She laughs a little, the nervous one again, as she wrestles with an entire society’s worth of convention and guilt. “So you just wanted to say hello? You don’t want to get to know me a little better?”
“My idea of getting to know someone is probably a little different than yours.”
“Oh yeah?”
I shrug. “You know everything you need to know about me already. You knew it the second I spoke to you. And I definitely know what I need to about you: that you’re hot enough to make a busy guy like me forget everything he’s supposed to be doing for the next hour. Am I wrong?”
She inhales deeply, brushes her hair back three times in succession, and struggles to pull her eyes away from me again.
“And here I thought today was going to be boring.”
I smile. “It still can be. Just say the word and I’ll walk away right now. You can go back to browsing the shelves and take this whole conversation as a flattering compliment.”
She swings her hips girlishly from side to side for a second, then raises an eyebrow.
“Or…”
We don’t even make it a third of the way to my apartment before she’s all over me in the car, so senseless with lust I can barely keep my eyes forward with the way she’s pulling at the button of my jeans and sucking on my neck. I veer off the road and take the BMW up to the top of an empty parking lot – I could tell myself I’m doing it ’cause I’m a safe driver, but the truth is that I love fucking in the open air.
I stop the car with the L.A. skyline framed perfectly in the windshield, and we both step out, eyeing each other over the hood like bullfighters. There’s a wildness in her eyes that can only come from this situation being rare, new, the complete opposite of her normal life. She’s got the zeal of the new convert, the enthusiasm of a first-timer. We stalk around the car, meeting at the space between the hood and the rail separating us from the open vista beyond.
Our bodies come together in the dimming light of a sunset with the intensity of a car crash. Lips locking tightly, tongues grappling thirstily for the taste of each other. Her body fits perfectly against mine, athletic and tall, but made soft by the swirl of emotions pumping through her.
She’s going fast, her hands tearing at my clothes, her body trembling with need. I let my hands explore the curve of her back that drove me crazy when I first saw her, and push her away from me gently, watching her mouth fall open with a gasp, reluctant to break from mine. I spin her around and pull her back up against me, one hand delving into the line of her cleavage, my other hand sliding down the front of her jeans.
“Relax,” I say, calm and low into the softness under her ear, “no need to rush it.”
Her breath comes in fast pants, her fingers at her lips like she’s embarrassed to feel this good. I work her fly open with my hand, my cock stiffening quickly against her ass as I see those hips wind back onto me. Her body’s got the sleekness of an animal, the tender beauty of a blossoming flower. I’ve fucked a lot of women, and I’ve got high standards, but right here, right now, I can’t think of a girl turning me on more than she does. I bury my nose in her hair, run my tongue up the side of her neck and take the lobe of her ear in my mouth. The hiss of pleasure she releases is like music for me to dance to.
I push my hand down into her panties, stroking at the slick cleft, and she sucks in air like she’s coming up from water.
“You’re wet,” I whisper into her ear.
She gasps a few times as I roll her clit between my fingers. “So fuck me already.”
“Say please,” I command, just to hear her beg.