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Three hours later, the sexual tension was back in full force.
I was
letting AJ drive (“You sure you want me to do this?” he’d asked.
“You’ve
never seen me drive ...” “Yes,” I replied, “but I’ve driven with
my friend
Sarah. There’s no way in hell you could scare me any more than
she
does.”) -- he didn’t scare me any more than Sarah did, but they were
pretty
closely matched. To take my mind off of the speed with which
the scenery
was passing, I was studying him instead. Bad idea ... his jeans,
which were
normally baggy, fit quite well up front when he was sitting down.
Not a
good place to focus my attention, so I started identifying his tattoos
under
his t-shirt. That reminded me of a question I’d had the night
before ...
“Hey, AJ, what’s that tattoo around your belly button?”
He grinned. “It’s a 69.”
Oh, boy, glad I asked. “Oh, really ...”
“It’s my lucky number,” he said defensively.
“Uh-huh, sure. You picked it right out of thin air, I suppose.”
“Well, no ... it’s, well ... a fun number.”
The grin on his face was too sexy for words. My brain was
playing
all sorts of wicked scenarios, most of which involved me, him, and
a lot of
contorting of bodies. “You know,” I found myself saying, “I’ve
never really
understood how ... well, you know ... I’ve never done it, so I don’t
know ...”
AJ laughed out loud, a long, low sound that vibrated throughout
my
body and between my legs. “It’s kind of ... hard to explain.
One of those
things that ... has to be demonstrated.” He looked sideways at
me, an
inscrutable look on his face.
I felt my mouth fall open, and shut it immediately. I wasn’t
going to
touch that with a ten foot pole ... I didn’t know if he was kidding,
or
offering.
We fell into a slightly uncomfortable silence. Finally,
I’d had
enough. I screwed up all my courage and said, “Hey ... I just
wanted to say
... thank you, for being there last night. And for just being
here in general.
I don’t know what I’d do if I was doing this alone.”
He looked at me again. “It’s my pleasure, trust me.
And ... thank
you, for giving me somewhere to be, someone else to be with.
I enjoy your
company, a lot.”
“Me, too ... I mean, I enjoy yours, too.” On a whim, I knelt
up on
my seat and kissed him on the cheek.
To my surprise, he turned his head and caught my lips with his.
The
kiss was instantaneous, before he turned his attention to the road
again, but
it still left me speechless. I saw him smile. “You know,”
he said, “about
last night, too ...”
“Yeah?”
“Just for the record ... I didn’t want to stop.”
I caught my breath. “Then, why did you?”
“Answer me this. Did you want *me*, or were you trying to
forget
your ex-boyfriend?”
A valid question. I paused for a moment, searching my own
mind,
just to be sure my answer was the truth. “I wanted you,” I said
softly.
He looked over at me, a smile spreading across his face that nearly
stopped my heart. “Just say the word, and I’ll find us another
hotel.”
I waited a few minutes, just watching him drive. He was
infinitely
patient, even though I could see the evidence of his desire growing
at the
front of his jeans. I just had to make sure I was ready ... finally,
my body
refused to take any more waiting. “Pull over,” I whispered.
“Your wish is my command.”
