Now she peered absently around what she could see of the car interior from her position, running numbers through her mind trying to recall it by memory. She was sure it ended with 1432… or maybe 1342… 1234?
Growling with frustration, Jill lowered her head, then jerked it back up in surprise when the driver's door suddenly opened. Nick peered in, frowning when he didn't see her on the passenger's seat, then froze when he spotted her on the floor.
"You changed back," he said with surprise.
"I'm really worried that John might go to Kyle's. I wanted to try calling him again," Jill explained apologetically, drawing her knees closer to her body to help cover up her near nudity.
"Oh." Nick hesitated, glanced around the garage behind him, then stepped up into the vehicle, dragging a large shopping bag with him as he settled in the driver's seat and pulled the door closed. He then glanced at her again, only to pause and blink. "Is that my scarf you're wearing?"
"Oh," Jill glanced down at herself self-consciously and drew her knees even closer still to her chest. "It was the only thing I could find in here."
He bit his lip, she suspected to keep from grinning and then said, "Well, I guess it's a good thing I picked this up then."
Jill's eyebrows rose as he now offered her the bag he'd brought with him.
"What is it?" she asked rather than take the bag.
"A dress," he answered quietly. "I thought maybe you'd prefer not being a dog the first time you met my family… or borrowing clothes. I thought you might rather change back into yourself and wear this to my sister's house."
"Oh," Jill breathed and then lifted shining eyes to his. He was such a thoughtful man, so smart and clever and caring. God, she could love this man. Maybe already did. She'd known him for six months. This certainly wasn't the first time he'd shown this considerate, caring side. He'd shown her that and much more since moving into the store next door. He'd proven himself funny, and smart and insightful and sweet… Yes, she might very well love the man. And he apparently liked her back. He'd admitted to her when she was Noelle that he was more interested in her than in any other woman since leaving his wife. Maybe…
"If you keep looking at me like that…"
Jill let her thoughts die and blinked at Nick. His expression had gone serious, his eyes hot and intense. It reminded her of those few passionate moments at the end of the alley, of his arms around her, his mouth on hers, his hands sliding over her body… and she wanted to experience all that again, this time as herself, in her own body, not a body borrowed from a calendar.
"If I keep looking at you like that… what?" she asked softly.
Nick was silent, his gaze slipping down over her, taking in the bit of cloth she'd tried to place so strategically and the expanse of flesh it didn't cover. Jill felt his gaze like a caress. Goose bumps began popping up on her skin and she shivered where she sat, her eyelids growing heavy and her mouth parting on a little sigh.
Suddenly he was leaning forward, seemingly unable to stop himself from pressing his lips to her invitingly open mouth.
Jill breathed out a little sigh as his mouth covered hers and she began to struggle to get her arms free of the cramped space she'd put herself in so that she could touch him. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and press her body to his as she had at the mouth of the alley, but was trapped by her position. Briefly. Then Nick suddenly caught her by the arms and lifted her up onto the seat.
Jill murmured her relief and gratitude into his mouth as she slid her arms around his shoulders, uncaring that the movement had dislodged the scarf, revealing anything he cared to see. Nick cared though. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back slightly and peered down over her, and she followed his glance, noting that her nipples were already hard and erect, eager for his touch.
As if unable to stop himself, Nick reached out and ran one finger lightly over the exposed tip, then bent his head to cover it with his lips. Jill cried out and arched on the seat, her hand drifting into his hair and holding on as he suckled, but it was too much too quick and she found herself tugging at his hair, urging him back up to kiss her.
Nick gave in to the demand and covered her mouth with his, quickly deepening the kiss with a thrust of his tongue. His hand replaced his mouth at her breast, caressing and teasing the hard peak and making her writhe and moan beneath him.
That seemed to cut loose the last of his restraint, because Nick groaned deep in his throat and propelled himself forward, pushing himself out of his seat and forcing her back against her own as he came over her. She felt the leather against her back, then the seat suddenly collapsed beneath her and she found herself flat on her back with Nick on top, his hands roaming her body as his mouth pillaged hers.
Jill gasped and arched as his hands closed on her skin, each claiming a breast, and this time didn't protest when Nick broke their kiss again and moved his mouth away to begin a trail down her neck.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," he breathed against her throat as he moved lower. "You don't know how hard it's been not to kiss or touch you all this time."
Jill's answer was to arch and whimper with need as his lips trailed over her collarbone and began to crest the curve of her breast.
"How many times I've sat eating my lunch, thinking how beautiful you are, how much I wanted to touch you and taste you and…" His words died as he reached her breast once more and covered her nipple, sucking it into his warm, wet mouth so that his tongue could swirl around it.
Jill's entire body seemed to tighten up in reaction this time, one hand clawing at his shoulder, the other tugging viciously at his hair, trying to make him kiss her again.
Nick ignored the silent demand this time and simply suckled harder as one hand moved to cover her other breast and tease the nipple there.
Jill opened her mouth to beg him to stop it and kiss her again, then nearly bit off her tongue when she felt his other hand begin sliding up her thigh.
A little alarmed at how out of control she felt and at how quickly this was all going, Jill caught his shoulder and tugged hard, relieved when this time he gave in to her and slid up her body to kiss her.
Jill kissed him back passionately, but wanted more. She wanted him kissing her, suckling at her breast, and she wanted to have him inside her. She wanted it all.
Frustrated by the clothing separating them, Jill began to tug, at his shirt, dragging it out of his jeans with more desperation than finesse. The moment it was loose, she slid her hands under the material and hungrily ran them over his bare flesh, but it wasn't enough. She'd wanted him for so long—forever it seemed now—and need was exploding inside her, making her demanding as her hands slid down to his jeans and began to tug insistently. When the jeans didn't slide down his body, she changed tactics and managed to squirm her hand into the waistband and find him with her fingers.
Nick groaned into her mouth, his hips instinctively thrusting into the caress as she touched him.
"God," he gasped and pressed his mouth to her neck now, one hand sliding down along her hip as he ground against her.
Jill pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran her fingers over him again. In the next moment, Nick had shifted them both to their sides facing each other. He then used one hand to catch her by the back of the neck and pull her face forward for a masterful kiss as his other hand went searching. As his tongue thrust into her, his fingers found the hot wet core of her and began to explore.
Jill cried out into his mouth and bucked against his seeking hand, her own fingers squeezing hard around him. She thought she'd explode any minute, was almost desperate to do so, then laughter hit her ear and startled her back to awareness of where they were.