Spiral of Bliss 02 Allure (29 page)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Olivia

ean and I didn’t fall in love. We flew in love. Swift and soaring, warmed by the sun glowing in a sky the color of bluebells.

For a couple who took the first months of their relationship so slowly, it was both a shock and a relief when we gave ourselves to each other so unreservedly after that Thanksgiving visit with his family. It was as if we both knew we were done with the past. And that our future was with each other.

As he’d asked, I waited until winter break to move into his apartment, and we enclosed ourselves in a private bubble of intense attraction, confessions, and sexy explorations. It was so easy for us to shut the rest of the world out. So easy to be alone together.

Before Christmas of that year, before winter’s first snowfall, we took a trip to Door County on a romantic getaway. We stayed in a cozy hotel, bundled up to go hiking, went to craft fairs, wine-tasting events, concerts, and a Christmas-tree-lighting ceremony.

We were driving back from an early dinner one night when Dean parked on the crest of a ridge surrounded by trees. The sun had just sunk below the horizon, leaving the sky mostly dark but painted with streaks of red.

“Are we parking?” I asked. “You know,
parking
?”

“You ever parked before?”

“Are you kidding?” I shook my head. “I was too busy being a straight-A student and editor of the Opinion page of the school newspaper.”

Dean grinned at me. “I wish I’d known you back then. I would’ve shown you some stuff.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you would have. But good girls don’t park.”

“What do they do, then?”

“Study and bake pies.”

“Will you bake me a pie?”

“Someday, maybe. If you’re good too.”

“Oh, I will be.”

I couldn’t help smiling back, my heart fluttering. I had it bad for him, even as I was beginning to realize that my heart was breakable.

I’d never had my heart broken. Not by a man, at least. I’d protected it too well. My mother had broken my heart in ways only she could, but over the years I’d managed to patch it up again by avoiding contact with her. And by not letting anyone else get close enough to hurt me.

But sitting there in the dimly lit car with Dean, I realized he was the only man on earth who had the power not only to break my heart but shatter it into bits.

I also knew he wouldn’t. Not if he could help it. I would never have allowed him to get so close if I thought he might one day deliberately hurt me.

I could feel his gaze. “What?”

“You thought about it, didn’t you?” he asked. “Parking?”

“Most girls probably did.”

“But you weren’t most girls.”

“No.” I glanced at him. “But yeah, I thought about it. Thought about a lot more than just parking.”

“Like what?”

“You know.” My flush deepened. The interior of the car was getting warm from more than just the heater. I pressed back against the seat, running my hand over the butter-soft leather.

“Tell me,” he said.

“No.”

“I might do it.”

My breath caught. “You would?”

“Maybe.” He drawled the word as if he weren’t certain, but the gleam in his eyes told quite a different story.

“Okay.” My heart pounded faster with a combination of nervousness and anticipation. “I’ve thought about… uh, doing it in the backseat of a car. Like they did in the fifties.”

Dean laughed. “You think they only did that in the fifties?”

“Well, I mean, I saw it a lot in movies set in the fifties.” I frowned. “Stop laughing.”

“Sorry.” He tempered it down to a grin. “Just so you know, people have been doing it in the backseat way beyond the fifties.”

“Have you?”

“Sure.”

“Recently?”

“Not recently, no.” He tilted his head toward the backseat of his car. “So do you want to?”

“Here?” My heart was beating hard now. I swallowed and glanced out the windows. It was past sunset, and we were surrounded by trees with no one else around, but still…

“Well.” I pressed a hand to my chest. I was starting to throb between my legs. “Um… I’ve always thought it was one of the things I wanted to do before I die.” I winced. “Wait, that didn’t come out right. I mean in an adventurous way. Like I want to visit Machu Picchu, go up in a hot-air balloon, see the Northern Lights, have sex in the backseat of a car…”

My voice trailed off. Silence filled the car. Dean just sat there with his hands on the steering wheel. Waiting.

Finally I pulled off my shoes, unbuckled my seatbelt, and crawled ungracefully over the console between the seats to get into the back. Dean opened the glove compartment and took out a package of condoms.

“You keep condoms in there?” I asked.

“It
is
called the glove compartment,” he replied with a wink.

He got out of the car and opened the back door to get inside.

It was a close fit. His car was a sedan, but with the two of us in the backseat, the confines felt tight. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I was already warm just from thinking about the idea, and now sitting so close to him I began to get downright hot. And even more nervous.

I scooted away until I reached the opposite door. “This is a little silly.”

“Is it?”

“We’re not teenagers.”

“Teenagers don’t have a monopoly on backseat sex.”

True. Dean and I had been together for four months. We’d had sex on the bed, the sofa, the floor, in the shower. One memorable night on the kitchen table. But never anywhere outside his apartment, my apartment, or a hotel room.

“Okay, so… what should I do?” I asked.

“Relax, for one thing.”

I looked at him. His posture was loose, his beautiful mouth curved, his eyes gentle and amused. He reached out and drew a lock of my hair between his fingers, then tucked it behind my ear.

“You’re with me,” he said.

It was such a simple, obvious statement and yet it was weighted with implications of comfort and reassurance.

The strain in my shoulders eased. If I was ever going to be comfortable enough to have sex with anyone in the backseat of a car, it was going to be Dean. Which meant this could be my only chance, although I didn’t dare consider the horrible possibility that we might one day no longer be together.

I scooted back across the seat until my thigh pressed against his, then I leaned in to kiss him. His mouth met mine in a soft, lovely kiss that made my body shimmer with light. He settled his hands on my waist and drew me closer until I was in his arms with my breasts pressing against his chest. He eased my lips apart with his tongue, stoking the burn of lust. My skin prickled with need.

I sighed and wiggled closer as his hands came up to caress my breasts. He slid his thumbs around my nipples through the fabric of my blouse, then hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled it off. Cool air brushed against my skin.

“Do we get completely naked?” I asked.

“We don’t have to.” He tugged at the waistband of my jeans. “As long as you can get these off.”

“What if a police officer finds us?”

“No one’s going to find us.” He started kissing my neck.

“How do you know?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” His breath brushed against my ear, his thick hair tickling my cheek.

I shivered. “The middle of nowhere is… is where alien abductions happen.”

“Good, so worry about that instead of the police.” He palmed my breasts through my bra. “You have the most incredible breasts.”

The windows were getting steamy, but there was still enough dim light to see. I pressed my hand against his crotch and sucked in a breath at the feel of his erection. Before he could undress, I sat back and unzipped my jeans, shifting around to try and get them off. Dean finally helped, then chucked them into the front seat along with my underwear. I was left wearing nothing except my bra. My heart pounded with a combination of nerves and excitement.

“Your turn,” I said.

If we suddenly found ourselves illuminated by the beam of a police flashlight, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the only one buck naked.

My hands shook as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. His erection pressed against the cotton of his boxers. I reached into the fly and wrapped my hand around his smooth, hard shaft.

Dean winced with pleasure. “Ah, Liv, this won’t last long.”

Probably for the better, I thought, given the potential threat of police and aliens. Not to mention the urgency pulsing between my legs.

I shifted to try and lie back, but he stopped me and pulled my leg over his lap.

“Ride me,” he said. “It’s the easiest position back here.”

I didn’t want to know exactly how he’d discovered that fact, but then he took hold of his cock and my attention snapped to the lithe movement of his hand. My pulse beat a crazy rhythm.

“Makes me so hot to watch you do that,” I whispered. My throat was getting dry.

“Uh huh.” A wicked glint lit his eyes. “Just one of the reasons I do it.”

I rubbed my hands over his chest, tracing the muscles down to the hem of his T-shirt. He cupped his hands around my bottom and pulled me closer. I slipped my hands beneath his shirt and splayed my palms over his taut skin. Heat spread clear up my arms. I squirmed on his thighs.

He tightened his grip on my ass. I shrugged my bra straps off my shoulders and pushed it down far enough to expose my breasts. A groan rumbled from Dean’s chest, which emboldened me to spear my hands into his hair and tug him forward. Shivers rained down my spine when he flicked his tongue over one nipple, twisting the other between his fingers. The smells of sweat and leather filled my head.

“Now.” He shifted position so he was half-reclining with his head against one door and his feet wedged against the other.

While he rolled the condom on, I wiggled around trying to figure out how best to position myself. Not an easy task with his cock jutting right up in front of me in blatant invitation, and my breath coming in gasps. Finally I braced one foot on the floor and pushed the other between his waist and the seat.

He grasped my hips to guide me forward and down. I gripped the back of the passenger seat to steady myself and drew in a breath when he slid inside me. The confines of the car made him feel even bigger, which I wouldn’t have thought possible.

“You know…” I clutched the seat and braced my other hand on his abdomen. “I might not have agreed to this if I’d known I have to do all the work.”

“Yeah, that’s why I didn’t tell you.” He pushed his hips upward, jolting me with a thrust. “Though you don’t have to do
all
the work.”

“Oh… good.”

Still, it wasn’t exactly easy and fluid—not like when we did it in his bed. The moving was awkward, my legs strained from their uncomfortable position, and Dean banged his head against the window while responding to one of my more energetic bounces.

But being naked with him always felt good, and we were both straining and panting by the time an orgasm rolled through my body. I circled my hips and rubbed against him, quaking through his own release.

When we finally separated, I realized the windows were fogged to opacity and we’d sweated all over the leather seats.