Beyond Eighteen(14)

She dropped her hands down to the front of my jeans. God, Wilson, please reach into my pants and feel how much I want you. She unbuttoned my pants and pushed down on the waist just enough to slip her hand down between my boxers and skin. She stroked downward, and I shivered. Her hand was freezing, but I craved her touch. I felt her smile against my lips as she continued to kiss me.

“You like that?” she said against my mouth before she bit my lip.

Hello, I’m getting into this sexy Wilson.

“Yes, Ma’am, I sure do,” I sighed breathily as I thrust my hips up through her hand. She held on to me firmly.

I slid my hands down to the front of her pants and pulled on her button, loosening her waist so I could tickle my fingers down between her legs. She was so wet. It drove me crazy and made me want to consume her entirely.

“Do you have a condom?” She whispered as she kept caressing me.

“No,” I panted.

“Oh, well, that sucks doesn’t it?” she teased me in a low, groany voice.

“Yes, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know where I can get one,” I asserted.

She widened her stance and swayed her pelvis against my fingers, and I lost my train of thought. God I was done with talking; done with worrying.

“Get in the car,” I demanded as I freed my hand from the front of her pants. Her breath hitched. I led her to the passenger’s side and flung open the door.

Wilson dropped into the seat and I couldn’t hustle around to the driver’s side fast enough. Shit, the heater’s on full blast. It was stifling hot in the car. It didn’t help that I was so turned on that if the wind blew I was going to explode.

She had a way that no other woman ever had with me before. It was like I found the meaning of what true love is. I know, sounds sappy; but until Wilson, I really never could understand how guys I knew would give up everything for a woman. Fuck, if this girl asked me to stop breathing…I would.

Her aroma filled the car and immediately the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Her pheromones were screaming loud and clear. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I shoved the car in gear and headed down the hill.

Where can I take her so we can be alone? Truly alone. I can’t take her to the cabin, my family is there. Maybe a hotel. But this being a holiday week, I doubt any will have a room available. When I glanced over, she was smiling at me. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking, but as I watched her slink out of her jacket my throat tightened and every word would have just gotten in the way. Her skin was damp and had a slight sheen to it. Fuck me, I can’t stop touching her… I reached over and slipped my hand down across her chest. She pressed her hand over mine, holding me to her heart. It was slamming frantically against my palm.

“Feel that?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, swallowing the rush of saliva that built in my mouth.

“What if I told you that I’m scared?” she whispered.

Suddenly my mouth went dry and it felt like a huge truck crashed through my head. What?

“Scared?” I posed.

“Yeah,” she murmured.

“Of what?”

Wilson looked out at the frozen, snow-blanketed wilderness.

“Are you scared of being with me?” I asked softly as I reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No,” she answered delicately.

“Then what is it?”

“…I’m scared of seeing your mom.” Her voice cracked.

I felt like the biggest asshole ever. Here I was, trying to find a way to be alone with her, and she was all caught up in her head about seeing my mom. Of course she wasn’t scared to be with me. I pulled off to the side of the road. Man, she could switch gears so quickly. I ran my hands up the steering wheel and lowered my head. I had to come up with the right words that wouldn’t terrify her or make her feel bad for leaving. It tore me up that she was scared to come home with me.

“Don’t be afraid.” I looked over at her small frame cradled in the seat. She looked so vulnerable.

“I can’t help it. If I was in her shoes, I wouldn’t forgive me for lying or leaving you in the worst time of your life.” Her words were strained as she held back from crying and rubbed the heels of her hands across her eyes.

“Well, then, thank God you’re not in her shoes,” I said as I held her hands. “Wilson, she knows I was coming for you. She’s fallen in love with you just like I have. You can’t see that? It’s just my family at the house. She wants you there with us. She’ll be so happy to see you come back with me…I promise.”

Wilson’s clear blue eyes clouded with tears. She struggled to keep her breathing from speeding as she rolled the corner of her lip between her teeth over and over again in her attempt to stop from crying. She crumbled right in front of me as she pulled her knees up into her chest.