He cupped her face in both hands, delicately as though it were china, and brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. She closed her eyes, yielding to his lightest touch as if it was the first time in a long time anyone had lavished any attention on her.
She let out a sigh, and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard a woman make.
He kissed her, and beyond the lingering smoky taste of the whiskey, there was a perfect, feminine flavor to her that went straight to his head faster than the alcohol. Her lips were soft and wet, and when he nipped the lower one, she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his back, her fingers digging into the well-worn cotton of his shirt.
Alice melted into him as though her salvation depended on it, like his lips could wake her from a Snow White or Sleeping Beauty-esque dream. She pushed him back against the car, going up on her tiptoes to get a better angle at his mouth. This time she kissed him, and the power of the exchange shifted to her. She was demanding, begging for more from him, from the kiss.
Alex dropped his hands from her face and slipped his thumbs inside the belt loops of her jeans, keeping her tethered to him. Her tongue grazed his, sending an electric thrill through him, his skin coming alive with a ferocious buzzing. He felt more awake than he ever had. With each kiss he got more focused, more sober. He was so present in the moment there was a good chance he might remember this night forever.
She was a hell of a kisser.
She tilted her head, deepening the kiss. He released her belt loops and cupped her ass, pressing her to him, the strain of his erection pinned between them.
“God,” she whispered against his open mouth. When she rocked her hips, he thought she might be out to kill him.
He fumbled for the door handle, unable to rationalize where it might be since he was too busy focusing on the wild attention of her mouth and her now-wandering hands. He found the handle the same moment she cupped his groin. He let out a moan that was equal parts triumph and torment.
Arching his back up but keeping her close, he managed to get the back door open. Alice’s fingers were busy undoing his belt, and her rush to have him undressed was putting him at risk of losing his cool. If she didn’t slow down, he’d be in a race to the finish before his fly was even unzipped.
Alice pushed him backwards into the car, and he smacked his head on the doorframe, breaking away from their kiss to mutter, “Ow.” The faint possibility of having concussed him didn’t deter Alice’s forward momentum though. She climbed in after him, and as soon as he’d pulled his legs out of the way, she slammed the door.
The car was dark once the interior light was gone, and sitting in the late-evening sun had made the inside muggy. Alice pulled his shirt over his head, struggling to free his arms in the cramped space. He scuttled back until his head bumped against the opposite door.
This woman was going to kill him, but at least he’d die happy.
“Pants. Off.” She tugged at his belt, finally freeing it.
He abided her command and unzipped his fly, managing to get his jeans and boxers down as far as his thighs. It was the best he could do in the tiny space with a not-inconsequential amount of woman on top of him. Alice attempted to get his clothes lower, but between the two of them his pants were only getting as far as his knees.
“Condom?” she asked.
Alex gestured to his pants. “In my wallet.”
Alice reached back and dug in the pocket of his pants, her cheek pressed against his lower abdomen, hot breath tickling his shaft. She found the condom with no difficulty because soon she was sitting up again and the latex had been rolled over his cock with such speed he’d barely registered the action.
She whipped off her own shirt, tossing it blindly into the front seat where it caught on the rearview mirror and stuck. Her bra went next, and Alex was transfixed by the sight of her now-freed breasts. They were large and milky white, a kind of paleness he wasn’t accustomed to seeing on Florida women. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached up and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the already rigid pink nipples.
“Christ, Alice. You’re fucking beautiful.”
He leaned up to capture one of the buds in his mouth, but she shoved him back down, holding him in place with one hand. “Wait.”
After undoing her own pants, she managed to strip them off from her position on top of him. With a military-like precision, she was soon completely naked and straddling his lap. “Sit up,” she demanded.
Alex wouldn’t have called himself a dominant kind of man. He didn’t tie women up or boss them around. But all the same, it was a new experience for him to have a woman totally take the reins and make all the calls. He dug it. Clasping her waist, he shifted into a sitting position while keeping her astride him.