There was a subtle change, as though the air shifted when the seat beside her was pulled out and the guy who sat down asked for a whiskey, neat. His scent invaded her nostrils, and the heat spread in her belly to pool below.
“You come here often?” he whispered into her ear, his nose tracing the shell.
“Not really.” Her voice shook, body strumming with need. Goose bumps ran down her arm where he traced it lightly with his finger, but she tried to act unaffected. “You?”
“Nope,” he answered, fingers moving to trace the top of her thigh. “But we both know neither one of us came to drink.”
“I don’t know you.” She tried to brush his hand off her thigh but he grabbed it, squeezed, before he flipped her hand so her palm faced up. He lifted it to his lips, kissing the middle of her palm. She shivered, and he stared at her with green eyes alight with lust.
“We know enough.” He held her hand, throwing a couple bills on the bar to cover their drinks and leading her toward the entrance. She followed, anticipation overriding the doubts running through her head, hurrying to keep up. They went to the back of the building, where the parking lot was bathed in darkness. The only working light flickered like it wanted to go out, too. He didn’t stop until he reached the black 1969 GTO in the back corner.
“Is that a GTO?” Her voice rang in awe as she ran her hand across the side.
“You wanna talk about my car or fuck?” he asked point-blank. How was she supposed to sleep with him when she was taken back to Sundays with her father, who swore riding in his prized muscle car relaxed him and revved her mama up? Sexual innuendo aside, her past and present hurtled toward her too fast to stop it, especially given her earlier conversation with Franklin. Like being thrown toward the ground with no safety net, and she desperately needed that net.
She needed a handle on everything going on, turned to tell him so, but he stopped her with a kiss. He took possession, lifting her by her ass so she’d wrap her legs around his waist. Setting her on top of the hood, classic car be damned and not giving her a chance to speak, he pulled her so close there was no space between them. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue, welcoming the quick fuck about to happen, grabbing the back of his shirt because she wanted to touch skin.
He pulled back, helping her get his shirt off and staring at her like she held all the answers.
“Roman,” she tried, but he simply shook his head and possessed her mouth again. She glided her hands down his back, welcoming the feel of him, something she’d missed since being apart. Alexandra doubted he’d come when she texted him, but he replied he’d be there. Thank God he’d given her his number the last time they’d been together. He ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere as he yanked it off before grabbing her breasts and thrusting them together.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and kissed the tops of her breasts, spilling out of her bra. He reached behind her, taking her bra off with more restraint than he showed her shirt, suckling one breast and then the other.
“I need these off.” She tried to undo the clasp on his pants but her fingers shook too much to get it done.
“You first.” His fingers edged up the hem of her skirt and rubbed her through her panties. “Never mind,” he whispered against her lips, almost to himself, pushing the fabric aside and sliding two fingers into her. Alexandra hissed, one leg on the hood and the other hooked around his waist, trying to get closer as he continued his ministrations. He was merciless, never letting go, holding her in place with his grip when she would have moved away. It was too much. Roman bombarded her, causing a sensory overload.
He bit her earlobe, the place between pleasure and pain so acute she thought she was going to die, before she shut her eyes and screamed his name, making her lose her mind. She was drenched. Her whole body buzzed with the aftershocks of her recent orgasm, unable to move because her legs were jelly. Roman didn’t have the same problem, pulling her leg down from his waist and sliding her toward him until her feet hit the ground. He anchored his arm around her waist to keep her upright, pulling her skirt up and ripping off her panties.
“You owe me some clothes,” she groaned, shutting up when he kissed her. She shivered as the cool air hit her exposed rear, not caring she was on display for anyone who came in the parking lot, only wanting what he could give her. The parking lot was dark anyway; people may see someone out there but wouldn’t know who it was. He turned her back around, positioning her hands on the hood of the car so she was bent at the waist and open for him.
“A woman as gorgeous as you should never wear clothes.” His backhanded compliment ended with a slap on her ass. Then he licked the long column of her spine and told her, “I’m going to fuck you right now, so if you object, tell me now because we’re not going back. Once I’m in you, I own you.”
“Then own me,” she grunted, her brain fried and barely able to form complete sentences. There was nothing but this moment and the feel of him inside her. She heard the crackle of the condom wrapper, her only warning before the tip of his cock pressed inside her entrance. Her muscles clenched, already accepting him, but Roman didn’t move.
“I’ll make this better next time,” he added as an afterthought, before he put one arm around her waist and slammed into her. She cried out, could do nothing but hold on as he slammed into her over and over again. He put his other arm around her, moving her arms so he could tease her breasts. Pinching her nipples, he pulled her up a little and thrust into her at a different angle, hitting the sweet spot. She’d never felt this way before, full yet aching for more.
“Roman…” She was unable to voice what she was experiencing, and was terrified of the implications.
“I know,” he reassured her, his hand snaking down her stomach to rub her clit. She fell apart again, leaning down until her head was pressed against her arm, which lay on the hood of the car, while tremors ran through her body. She was aware of him thrusting a couple more times before he came on a grunt. She stayed there while she heard him take care of the condom until he moved so his chest was pressed to her back.
Alexandra was sated and didn’t want to move, but she turned her face to the side so she could receive the kiss he offered. They stayed still, the only sound their panting, as though they didn’t want to disturb the quiet after the storm. And it had been a storm, with a slow buildup, while the passion overtook them so they became aware of nothing but each other, until the only thing left was the carnage from the sex they’d shared. She pushed back so he moved out of her way, turning so she was sitting on the car, taking stock of her current situation. Her skirt was up around her waist where he’d left it, her panties and shirt were ripped, and she had a bra somewhere. He studied her, saying nothing, wearing nothing but his jeans.
“How come you aren’t naked?” she asked, trying to run her hand through the hornets’ nest that was her hair to make herself more presentable.
“I got mostly naked.” Rubbing his chest, he grinned. He held out his hand, helping her stand up and tugging down her skirt. She crossed her arms around her chest while she tried to figure out what she was going to do about not having a shirt. She had her bra, but she couldn’t drive home in that. I’m sorry I don’t have a shirt, Officer. Would you believe it’s a bikini? Roman picked up her top with a grimace, throwing it back down before he pulled his T-shirt over her head.
“I want my shirt back,” he teased, giving her a smacking kiss.
“You ripped my shirt,” she argued, holding her arms out to see how ridiculous the shirt looked on her, almost coming down to the end of her skirt. “I should be able to keep it if I want.”
“I know I ripped your shirt, but that’s still mine.” He pulled her into his chest and kissed her forehead. “You feel better?” He was probably referring to the text from earlier that afternoon, when she’d said she needed to see him. She’d expected him to refuse her after he hadn’t seen hide or hair from her since she’d left six days before but he’d come with no questions asked.