26
Reagan
P R E S E N T
“It looks so quiet from up here.”
I’d grinned and feel a little thrill of excitement shiver through me when Hudson swerved off the main road onto the turnoff I’d recognized before. We’re back at our lookout spot on Bear Mountain looking out over the Hudson River and the shining lights of New York in the distance beyond that, just like we were all those years ago. Now though, it’s like I took every romantic fantasy I had back then and made them real. This time, we aren’t sitting on opposite sides, not touching and just sitting in our own unspoken feelings. This time, I’m snuggled right up against him, his arm is around my shoulders, and I’m leaning my head into his chest. Our hands toy with each other, palms sliding together and fingers interlocking with fingers as we just stare out over the city in the stillness of the night.
“You’re right, you know,” I say, running my fingers over his wrist; “I do need to get out more often and just get away from all that.” I sigh; “Sometimes it just feels like I’m trapped in this whole act that isn’t even me; like I’m just playing a part in this play and spilling out the lines from this character I wasn’t ever meant to play.”
“You should speak your mind and say what you wanna say more often, Archer.” He grins; “Hell, you don’t ever hold back with me and you’ve seemed to have gotten my attention.”
I laugh and smack his hand away as it slides down over my breast; “Oh is that the kind of attention I’m looking for with my core voter pool?”
He snorts; “Hell no, this belongs to me only.” His hands slides back down and cups my breast through my thin sweater, and I roll my eyes.
“Oh, belongs to you, huh? So I guess I’m just your own private little plaything?”
“Yep, you’ve got it.”
I laugh again and nuzzle my face into his broad strong chest; “How come I can never tell if you’re a good influence or a terrible one?”
He chuckles; “Tell me that’s not half the fun.”
I close my eyes and grin and just savor the moment; “I just feel like we missed out on so much time, because of, well, you know.”
He reaches down and turns my face up with his fingers on my chin, and his eyes are boring right into mine; “It was time I needed to figure out me, and and time that you needed to become, well, look at you; now you’re this fucking sexy as hell State Senate candidate.”
I roll my eyes in mock disdain; “Oh, now? What was I back then, hmm?”
He kisses me fiercely; “Oh you just weren’t a politician back then;” his slides his tongue teasingly over my lips, making me smile; “But that doesn’t mean you weren’t sexy as fuck.”
Something about the way he says that word fuck sends a shiver of arousal through my body, and the fact that his hand is still on breast and that his finger is starting to circle slowly around my nipple through the thin material of the sweater has me suddenly squirming in my seat against him.
“Say it again,” I whisper, biting my lip as I feel his mouth slide down to my ear.
“What,” he says, sending electric shocks through my whole nervous system as he growls into my ear; “That you’re sexy as fuck?”
A small gasp escapes my lips as my eyes close, and I can feel him grin devilishly into my ear; “Ahh, does innocent little Reagan Archer get hot and bothered when I say the word ‘fuck’?”
“I’m innocent am I?”
“Not after I’m done with you.”
The moan that drops from my lips is the only confirmation he needs, and suddenly his hands are doing a lot more than teasing. I gasp as he slides them up under my sweater and under my bra, his fingers teasing my nipples. He kisses me fiercely, his lips bruising mine as he growls into my mouth, and only pulling back to pull the sweater off over my head and tear my bra off.
His hands are on my waist, his fingers teasing along the seam of my jeans; “Take these off,” he growls into my mouth. I look around sheepishly, even though I know we’re the only ones up here.
“Now, Princess.”
His words send a throbbing wave of desire right through me. God, how does he do that to me? I’m not one to be bossed around like this, and yet no sooner does he say it then I’m unbuttoning them and pulling them down off my feet.
“Those too.” He draws my mouth back to his as I skim my panties down my legs, and then I’m totally naked in the front of seat of Hudson Banks’s Charger. I curl my legs up under me, but he stops me with a hand on my thigh; “Uh-uh, show me.” He looks at me like a wolf cornering his prey; “Show me how you played with yourself when you’d think of me.”