Growing warmth filled him. It was a comfortable, good feeling that she stirred inside him.
“You feel good, Rosa.”
She pressed her cheek to his chest. “You do, too.”
After four more songs, he led her back to the table . Her eyes shined bright with excitement and energy. Kearnyn couldn't hold back the question that had been rattling around in his head for days.
“What did you see between us in your vision, Rosa?”
She choked on her wine.
“Damn,” he cursed and came around the table to pat her back as great whooping coughs came out of her. “I'm sorry. I wasn’t trying to kill you.” He cringed at his own poor joke.
She chuckled as she got her voice back under control and took a tentative sip of her wine. She looked up at him with a big grin. He realized he must look possessive—or worse—because her grin quickly faded.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and took his seat again. God, he was going to ruin this. Maybe it was time to call this whole thing quits and just take her home.
“It's fine. You're question just surprised me.”
Kearnyn flagged the waiter down and asked for his bill. Rosa sent him a wide-eyed look.
“We're leaving already?”
He paused reaching for his wallet. “I thought you'd want to. I'm not...good at this.”
“Oh.” Her dejected look cut straight to his heart.
“Come on. Let's dance some more.” He tossed some bills on the table and led her once more off to the dance floor.
The soft song that had been playing changed to something much more rhythmic and upbeat. Rosa's eyes lit up and she spun around in his arms, her hips swaying, knees grinding as she writhed up and down his body in time to the music.
Kearnyn's cock lengthened, turned hard as stone watching her move. She grabbed each of his hands and wrapped them around her squirming waist. He couldn't dance for shit like this, but still he found his body moving with hers until they created an undulating sensual rhythm and he forgot all about not being able to dance. He simply moved with her flexible little body, curving around her as she dipped and bent.
The first press of her ass against his cock made him groan. There was no way she didn't feel that. She had to have noticed it but didn't care because now she pressed herself against it again and again, rhythmically undulating her hips against his cock until breathing grew difficult. He found himself moving back against her, thrusting and rubbing himself as his hands rubbed around her stomach, catching her hips and feeling her muscles flex and move under his grip.
The song neared the end, slowing the pulsing beat, and she swayed one last time in his arms before spinning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their eyes met, locked. Passion and desire clung to them. She kept her hips pressed tightly against his; until his cock dug into her. She didn't seem to mind though, at all. The song ended and they stopped dancing but their eyes didn't leave each other’s.
A loud shrilly laugh cut the connection. Kearnyn's gaze flicked to the drunken woman giggling madly at something her date said, and glared.
“Why don't we go?” asked Rosa.
Nodding mutely, he took her warm hand in his and led her back to the SUV. Getting her into the vehicle turned out to be one of the most erotic adventures of his life. As he opened the door and stepped back to help her inside, she turned to him, stepping close. Her body pressed against his, soft breasts flattening against his chest and pushing them up and out of that dress. It took effort not to stare at the delicious swell of flesh.
Her hands pressed against his chest then drew upwards until her fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket. His breath caught, his cock aching as she gently, steadily tugged his head down to hers. Their lips met. Soft, warm lips pressed against his like a feather, then gradually pressed harder, deeper until they were fused together by the seam.
Kearnyn’s blood ran hot like lava in his veins. Need pounded inside him, drawing his sac up tight with the urge to release. A groan left him as his arm curled around her waist, crushing her to his chest. Her moan sounded like a dream come true to his ears.
Their lips parted at the same time and tongues met, hers so much softer than his abrasive one. She tasted delicious—her own unique flavor mixed with the rich red wine she'd drunk. His cock seemed to have a direct connection to his tongue because each time she swirled hers around his, licking at him, his cock throbbed, pulsated.
It took every ounce of strength inside him to remind him where he was and stepped back. He blinked as he realized he had her pressed up against the car door. People walking up and down the street stared at them with grins or disgusted glares as they passed by.
“Get inside,” he said, his voice shaking. He couldn't even help her into it he was so rattled. He just walked to the driver's door and got in, buckling his seatbelt in a mechanical motion. He briefly looked over at her to make sure she had hers on before he rolled the engine over and drove off.
“Do you still want to know what my vision was?”
His hands squeezed the steering wheel. “Now?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Now or never.”
He sent a look her way to judge her expression and found her eyes alight with mischief and arousal. It was a heady combination to be aimed at him. For a moment he debated saying never; he honestly didn't know what her vision entailed, but he had an idea.
“If we crash it's your fault.” It was a bit of lie; he'd never lose enough focus to endanger her. Still, he narrowed his eyes on the road and concentrated harder.
“Is that a yes?”
He jerked his head in a sharp nod.
She spoke in a quiet, steady voice, her accent thicker. “I saw you licking me between my spread legs. I saw myself writhing in pleasure at your touch. I-I saw you holding me closely thrusting inside me.” Her voice trailed off until the gentle roar of the engine was the only sound in the suddenly tight confines of the SUV.
Kearnyn's mind felt dazed and spinning around in his skull—mostly with the images she'd painted for him. Belatedly, he realized he'd missed a turn and took the next available one to get them back on course. Everything she'd just said was not only things he desperately wanted to do, but they had been his own fantasies as well.
“Are you going to say anything?”
He blinked and jerked his gaze to hers. He hadn't even felt her gaze watching him. His eyes caught hers and his heart started pounding in his chest at her look. Her deep brown eyes were glowing with need all focused on him. He tore his gaze away.
“You shouldn't look at me like that.”
“Why not?” she asked softly.
He debated over his answer for, oh, half a second. “Because I have half a mind to pull this car over and take you up on at least one of those things.”
She heard her breath catch. And then he heard movement, the rustling of clothing, tight clothing. A part of him didn't want to look, but hell, he was lost to her. His gaze glanced out the corner of his eyes and he stiffened—his cock growing twice as thick and he swore he almost came in his pants.
She'd pulled her top down to expose her lush, brown breasts. Sweated beaded his brow and his muscles pulled tight with the need to reach over and touch her. He focused back on the road, on keeping the car straight in his lane. When her hand touched his thigh, he jumped and barely managed to refrain from slamming on the gas with the motion.
Her warm fingers curled around the hand on his leg and his fingers instantly curled with hers. “You don't know what you're doing.” Hell, he didn't know what she was doing. Trying to make him crash? Trying to make him lose his mind and take her in the car in the most unromantic place possible?