“You told me to meet you here an hour ago.” I frown at her and she saunters towards me, looking innocent and seductively smirking.
Damn, she’s got me. She stands on her tiptoes, bringing her mouth to my ear.
“Good things come to those who wait,” she purrs. I take in the smell of her perfume. It’s rich and fruity, and I want to kiss her neck, mark it, and let anyone near her know she’s claimed, but I know better than that with this one. She lightly touches my chest, pushing me away as if reading my mind, before sauntering to a white drop top Mercedes on the corner.
“What are you waiting on?” she asks as she pops the lock on the car.
“There is no way in hell I’m riding with you driving. I’ll drive,” I tell her, folding my arms across my chest.
She pouts her full pink lips at me before biting the bottom one.
“I promise you, it’ll be fun,” she replies with a teasing grin. I walk over to the driver’s side where she’s slid in.
“I asked you on the date so I get to dictate where we’re going, sweetheart.” I lean down so we’re face-to-face, only inches apart. I see the slightest tinge of color on her neck. I open her car door and gesture for her to get out. She looks up at me with squinted eyes.
“But I ride stick really well,” she whispers with a suggestive grin, stretching her arms above her head and revealing her flat stomach. I laugh it off and let out a deep breath. I bend down, put my hands on her waist, and lift her out of her seat. She leans back so she’s facing me, a twinkle in her eye.
“Remember our conversation about boundaries?” she whispers with a playful smile. I immediately throw my hands up in innocence. She laughs before walking over to the passenger side of the car, and my balls relax. I slide into the soft leather seat.
“This is a bad ass car,” I admitted.
“Maybe I’ll keep it.” She puts her seat back and plops her feet on the dashboard. She turns towards me only slightly before sliding a black pair of glasses on her face.
“You look much better driving it than the guy who owns it.”
“This isn’t your car either?” I let out a sigh, only mildly surprised.
“How would it be my car? I don’t live here,” she says, as if it’s obvious.
“Stole this one like the first one?” I ask her, trying to conceal my frustration.
“I don’t steal—I borrow, Dad,” she says sarcastically.
“Look this is Chicago, if you steal someone’s car here they’re not just going to give you a slap on the wrist; you’re going to jail—Cook County jail—and trust me, it’s a crap hole.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh.
“I told you I borrowed it, it will be back before he even notices,” she says dryly. I ignore the flinch in my chest and wonder who the hell she “borrowed” it from, and if I’m jealous about it. Since when do I get jealous? Especially over a girl I’ve never even kissed yet.
“You are really killing the vibe we were having.” She glares.
“Vibe?” I laugh. “Well the thought of you getting arrested sort of did that for me.”
“You know, you look a lot more fun than you are.”
“What?” I laugh again.
“I mean, you’re wrapped in muscle and tattoos, this sexy long blond hair just reads you have a ‘fuck it’ attitude, and you sort of don’t. Actually, this was a bad idea,” she says with a bored sigh.
I look over at her leaning back in the seat, her face turned toward mine.
“You want to see my fuck it attitude?”
I laugh, looking up at the sky. I turn towards her and pull the glasses off her face. She looks at me, about to protest, but I grab her face and bring her lips to mine. The moment they touch, the air becomes electric. I expect her to push me away but she goes limp for just a second. I take advantage, snaking my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me before pulling her tongue into my mouth. She tastes sweet, like she just ate a bag full of Jolly Ranchers. I can feel her body coming alive as she climbs over the armrest and settles into my lap before sweeping her hands up my stomach to my chest. I try to think of every thought to not get hard but it’s useless as she grinds down and lets out the slightest whimper. I start to fumble with the buttons in front of me to let the top up, but she suddenly pulls away and lets out a deep breath, but rests her head on mine, her eyes bright and full of amusement.
“Let’s go to beach,” she suggests brightly, then climbs off of me and slides back into her seat as if nothing happened.
“The beach? It’s not even 70 out,” I point out, still hard as hell. Other than a few hairs being out of place and a slight flush of her cheeks, she looks completely unaffected.
“Yep, I’m already wet anyway.”
This girl is going to kill me.
“To the beach we go then,” I relent.
Our ride is quiet during the short ten-minute drive it takes for us to get to the beach. My thoughts are on every unsexy image I can think of to get rid of the wood in my pants.
When we get to the beach, it’s empty except for a few teenagers lingering and heading off. There would easily be hundreds of people here on a hot day.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice whimsical, and I shoot her a wide smile. When I park the car she opens the door, excitement almost buzzing off of her.
“I love water!” she almost squeals before getting out. I watch her walk down the concrete stairs to the sand, stopping only briefly to take her shoes off. She looks out over the water, flashing me a wide beautiful smile before plopping right down on the sand. I laugh to myself. After meeting her the other day I’d never figure her for being so innocently carefree. I definitely didn’t expect her to show up in a t-shirt and jeans on what would be our first date. I thought she’d want me to take her to an expensive as fuck restaurant where she could show off a designer dress. I make my way down and sit beside her, taking off my shoes too.
“Did you plan on us coming here?”
“I don’t plan much of anything,” she answers, her eyes glued to the water.
That doesn’t surprise me.
“I would have brought a blanket or something for us to eat if I knew you wanted to come here.”
“This is perfect,” she replies shortly, but her smile is relaxed. My eyes sweep over her. Today she’s this beautiful girl, such a contrast to the sexy vixen I literally crashed into last week.
“So I’ve got to ask. Why the beach?”
She glances at me. “Why not the beach?” she says, leaning back to rest on her elbows.
“Why not a bar, a restaurant, a movie?” I ask, and she shifts her body towards mine.
“Close your eyes,” she says with a devious smile. I give her a reluctant grin.
“Come on, you know you want to…” she sings. And I do.
“Picture yourself somewhere far from here, the sun is hot, you have a super hot girl on your right. There’s a cold drink on your left, and the world has endless possibilities.” I feel her breath on my cheek. It’s warm and smells like the Jolly Ranchers I tasted on her earlier.
“That’s where we want to go…” her whisper turns into a song, one I remember hearing on the Muppets when I was a kid.