Dirty by Gina Watson

Thinking of Eric’s hold on her made her anxious. “I’ve thought about arriving there…at the house, and then about running into the woods.” She gasped when her breathing hitched.
                  “Pull over please.” The gentle caress of his thumb on her palm soothed her. If he were around she knew she’d be safe. She pulled the car into a metered slot and parked. 
                  “You should have called me.”
                  “I know you’re busy and I didn’t want to disturb you at your jobs.” A lone tear escaped her eye despite her attempts at blinking it back. His lips kissed it away. She didn’t think the tears were because of the incident…no, she’d shed that tear in sheer relief that he actually did care for her, about her…just maybe. His thick, delicate lips on her skin sent chills coursing up her arms, her neck, and head. He pulled away, but only enough to bring their gazes into focus. They were close, and time and circumstance had stopped for them in this moment. His eyes lowered to her lips and he shifted ever so slightly toward her, drawn like a bug at night is drawn to a porch light. She sat frozen, wanting him to know that he’d met her lips for a kiss all on his own because his body desired her. She’d seen the signs—she knew he desired her, but his brain was making a ploy at denying what they’d felt.
                  His eyes closed, and then he closed the gap between them. When his lips met hers he held them there for a beat, moaning when he began to massage his softness into hers. The lone spark that had been present since she’d first set eyes on him grew into a raging forest fire. She’d never felt anything like it before. His hands cupped her jaw as his kiss deepened. Her hands sought him, ending up lacing through his thick hair, tugging and twisting as she sighed into his kiss.
                  She sensed his goodness. This man would never cheat on her. This man would never attack her. With him she felt warmed and tethered. Away from him her body was cold and floating in a black abandoned abyss.
                  He pulled away, leaving her head screaming No! and her fingers sinking deeper into the hold she had on his hair. Since he couldn’t move without ripping out hair, he settled just an inch before her. “I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”
                  “Please don’t be sorry.”
                  “I don’t think this is what you need after your ordeal.”
                  “You’re so wrong. It is exactly what I need.” She pulled him back to her lips. Their kiss quickly turned explicit when she sighed her breath over his open mouth and his tongue entered her, exploring and learning. His touch remained delicate and savoring, but deep and all consuming. His moans turned to lust-filled groans that ignited her sex and had her body shaking beneath his hands. Hands that were exploring her lower back, pulling her even closer toward him and the middle of the car’s console. Damn, how she wished for a bench seat!
                  Her hands were doing a little exploring of their own as her breath mingled with his in their heated kiss. Sliding her palms from his head down to his shoulders gave her a shiver, for he was built like a mountain. Mountains were for climbing. Her wayward thoughts had her panting into his mouth. His biceps were warm and hard, making her wonder if other places on his body were as hard or harder. 
                  They pulled apart as the heat in the car became unbearable. For the first time she noticed the fogged state of the windows. His eyes blazed with desire at her. It was too intense and she looked down, noticing his huge erection. Her eyes flashed before she managed to level out. He adjusted himself and when their eyes met again she noticed a slight blushing in his