"Do that again and I won't care where we are or who drops by.” His teeth were gritted as he fought a battle with himself to resist what she offered. Now was not the time, but they would definitely be finishing what they started.
She rubbed against him again, tempting him. “If you don't want me tempting you then you need to get off of me. I can't think with you like this.” She arched against him again, wanting him to say to hell with everyone. She never knew lust could be so consuming. She was almost to the point where she didn't care where they were or who was watching. She just wanted him to finish what he'd started.
His chest rumbled at the picture she made laid out under him. Her lips were swollen and wet from his kisses. Her hair had come loose from the braid and was tousled around her head. Her eyes were shiny with need. In the struggle, her straps had lost the battle to stay on her shoulders and lay down around her elbow. The only thing preventing her breast from showing was his weight upon her body.
He hated to quit but he knew Bobby. Bobby would come by just to make sure Hugh was doing the right thing. And he was right. This wasn't the place for it.
"We'll finish this later.” He sat up and pulled Mary Elizabeth with him. He kissed her lightly on the mouth, pushing her away when she tried to deepen it, before helping her to straighten her clothes. Cracking the windows to let in some air, he pulled her back into his arms and settled back to watch the rest of the movie. He had no clue what was going on, having lost the thread of the storyline a long time ago. He did it to gain a measure of self-control. He was looking forward to getting her home and concluding what they'd started.
Chapter Twelve
The ride back to the apartment was silent, each one preoccupied with their own thoughts. A subtle hum of anticipation hovered in the air. Hugh brought the Hummer to a stop directly behind her truck, blocking the exit. As long as he was there, she would be going nowhere. He wondered if she caught the subtle meaning of his actions.
He took the keys out of the ignition, walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. She grabbed her rose and slide out onto the pavement. Taking her elbow, he closed the door and escorted her up the stairs to the apartment.
At the door, she placed her key in the lock and then leaned her back against its solid strength, denying him entrance. “I had a really good time tonight. Thank you."
Wondering what game she was playing, he arched an eyebrow at her. “It's still early. Aren't you going to invite me in for coffee and dessert? We never did get around to eating the chocolate chip cookies."
"I don't know. My parents aren't home. I'm not allowed to have company when they're out.” The tone was young and innocent, but the expression on her face was wicked.
He braced his arms on the door above her head and leaned forward, bringing his face even with hers. “Let me in, baby. I'll be good. Trust me. They'll never know I was here.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, his tone cajoling, more than willing to play her game.
She bit her bottom lip, and glanced around uncertainly. “I'm not sure. You saw what happened at the movies. We almost got caught. If I let you in, you have to promise to be very, very good. And you have to leave when I tell you."
He placed his hand over his heart and solemnly promised, “Oh baby, I promise you, I'll be sinfully good.” He twisted the key in the lock and opened the door in the same motion, and then backed her into the apartment.
As he closed and locked the door, Mary Elizabeth headed toward the kitchen. Hugh reached out an arm and snagged her by the waist, pulling her back into his hard body. “Where do you think you're going?” He plucked the rose out of her hand and tossed it onto the couch.
"To make coffee, of course. Didn't you say you wanted some?” Her voice came out breathless. Hugh had found the spot on her neck that made her weak in the knees and was plying it.
"Forget the coffee.” He unbuttoned her sweater and slid it off of her shoulders.
"How about dessert? I have some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.” The camisole Hugh was pulling over her head muffled her voice.
"I don't want any cookies.” He unsnapped her bra, pulled it down her arms and let it drop to the floor with the rest of her clothes. He kissed the underside of her jaw, working his way down her neck as his hands caressed and massaged her breast.
Her earlier arousal came roaring back. She reached back and circled her arms around his neck. Arching her back, she pressed her breast firmly into his hands. “How about some ice cream? Don't you want something sweet to eat?” She moaned as her breasts swelled and her nipples tighten.
He unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. Sliding his hand inside, he cupped her sex, drawing a ragged breath from her lips. “I want some of this honey that's been driving me crazy all night.” His fingers were flexing and rubbing, trying to go deeper, but his movements were hampered by the tight fit of her jeans.
With his other hand, he tugged on her jeans, trying to pull them down without dislodging the hand between her legs. She helped push them until they were below her knees. She raised her leg, trying to get the jeans off and almost fell over sideways. Only the hand he had cupped between her legs kept her from falling.
"Whoa, take it easy there.” He steadied her as she clutched at his arm, trying to regain her balance.
"Oops. Forgot about the boots. They have to come off before the jeans can.” She couldn't believe she'd done something so stupid. Before she could feel self-conscious about her non-sexy move, Hugh spun her around. He bent over, pressed his shoulder against her stomach, and then lifted her into a fireman's hold.
She gave a shriek of surprise and grabbed a hold of his belt to balance herself. He held her legs as he turned toward her bedroom. Wanting to impress her, he bounced her up and down a little on his shoulder.
"Hey! Stop that!” She smacked his butt, hard. Then, impressed with the shape and feel of it, cupped it with her hands, giving it a small squeeze. Nice. It was high and firm, not flat or non-existent like some men. She couldn't believe how bold she was being.
Her world went topsy-turvy as Hugh flipped her off of his shoulder and onto the bed. “Oomph!” She landed with a bounce, arms spread wide in an attempt to catch herself. She giggled, amazed that he was being so playful.
Her laughter brought a smile to his face. He grabbed the heel of her boot, turned and straddled her leg. Getting a good grip on it, he pulled—hard—attempting to pull it off. The boot stayed in place but her body slid to the edge of the bed. He rolled his eyes as Mary Elizabeth laughed like a lunatic.
"Brace yourself so that I can pull off your boot.” She propped up on her elbows and braced her other foot against his rear as he tugged. With a small suctioning sound, the boot came off and he tossed it to the side. “Give me the other one."
She slowly dragged top of her stocking foot along the ridge of his arousal, between his legs and across his balls until she had it braced against his left cheek.
"Careful. You're playing with fire,” he cautioned as her action caused fire to streak through his veins.
"Oooh, burn me,” she playfully responded. She slid her other foot through the opening in his legs and held it aloft until he grabbed a hold of it.
Hugh tugged the last boot off and without letting go of her leg, turned to face her. She watched to see what he would do next. He got a good grip on the legs of her jeans and tugged, pulling them completely off of her body. When he was finished, she lay there dressed only in a pair of lace-top, thigh high stockings and a matching pair of lacy, black, boy-cut panties.