“Delicious,” he whispered, drawing his tongue across his lips.
She was speechless, and desire so intense pooled in her. She felt her panties getting wet, and a throbbing ache began to possess her. Looking down at her hands and the finger he briefly sucked on, she shook her head again. She grabbed a wet nap and ripped the package open to finish cleaning her hands, lost in the aftershocks of the sensations he evoked in her. She needed the time to compose her thoughts and regain control of her senses. That, and she was a bit too ashamed by her reaction to look up just now.
Nikko watched the play of emotions flit across her face, from wonder, to shock, and confusion. He would love to know what she was thinking. His next words snapped her out of her delirium.
“Thank you Ronnie, lunch was quite enjoyable,” he whispered, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.
Ronnie forced her mind to clear, shook her head and got up.
“I’m done. We better go.”
He rose as well but more reluctantly. She was still cleaning her hands with the wet nap as he untangled himself from the picnic bench.
“Yes, Ma’am. Let’s get you home,” he assured her when she began to move.
He tossed the remains of their late lunch onto the tray, dumped it into the closest trash can, and then he quickly caught up to her just as she opened her passenger side door. He intended to open it for her, but she had been too quick. When she backed up she backed up right into him, and there was no denying his arousal. The hard long ridge pressed up so intimately along her backside immediately set her body on fire again.
Ronnie turned in his arms and the look on her face took him by storm; it was what he was feeling, shock and desire, and he swept his arms around her pulling her into them, doing what he wanted to do since he first saw her in the Courthouse. The kiss was fierce. There was no foreplay. This was no gentle kiss. He plundered and she opened without hesitation. She wanted this as much as he did.
Beyond the taste of barbecue was Ronnie, all sweet and giving. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he could feel the tiny buds hardening as she began to return the kiss. He was getting his fill and his arousal was pushing against her, between them. He felt her hands grasp at his back as she clung to him, her nails digging in and scraping him through the material of his cotton shirt.
He moaned his pleasure, and one of his hands of its own volition strolled downwards to grasp her ass and lower even, to the back of her leg, skin to skin below the mini skirt she wore and then back up again. He gripped her barely covered ass cheek in his hand, gently squeezing the flesh. He groaned again, and she pushed herself against his cock, getting closer. He was about to burst into flames. He had to stop this insanity, his mind told him, but he couldn’t resist this woman.
Ronnie was lost. This man haunted many of her dreams, but she never expected to see him again. When his hand began to massage and squeeze her ass, she was almost a goner. The ache she felt was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was insanity, she thought. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Then she was pushing him away.
“Stop. Please stop,” her voice was near panic as she turned her head away from him.
He felt the loss. Nikko pulled his hands away immediately and took a step back. Her hands were covering her face in shame, and he hated to see her like this. He slowly reached up to pull her hands away. In his mind, she had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Nikko, we can’t,” she whispered, looking into his eyes hoping to see understanding there.
“Why?” he asked, needing to hear the explanation but afraid of it at the same time. He knew what she was going through, but he could provide her support, comfort, and be by her side if she would let him. He waited for her answer.
“Nikko,” she sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to be put off. “I’m not in a place right now to start something.” When he started to shake his head, she went on. “Listen, we can’t do this. That’s it. Nikko, please don’t do that again, I just can’t. These charges, Gary, my mom, I just need to focus on this right now. I won’t have my head in the game, and it’s not fair to you or me. Please try to understand,” she asked, slipping her hands out of his. Especially because she knew she would just be another notch on his bedpost. With this man it would matter to her, she hated to admit to herself. When he remained mute staring down at her in confusion, she turned and got into the car.
Nikko knew she was facing a lot, but he also knew she didn’t have to face it alone. He wanted to help, to be there. He didn’t know why, but he felt it was the right thing to do. He knelt and touched her cheek. He could see tears forming there. He felt like such a jerk and didn’t want her to think he was all about sex, all about his baser needs. He knew she must going through a gamut of emotions and didn’t want to complicate things further for her, but he wanted her to know he would support her decision, for now.