Talk Me Down (12 page)

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yep, this is it,” Wilhelm agreed. “You can let me out right here, Chief.”

The truck slid ten feet on the gravel before it finally rocked to a stop. Wilhelm grumbled about hot-shot young drivers as he climbed out and slammed the door, but Ben barely noticed. He bent his middle finger and plunged it deep.

“Oh, yes,” Molly said, pushing his hand harder against herself and grinding up.

“Are you trying to kill me or just get me fired?”

“I’m just trying to get you inside me.”

“Damn it.” He pulled his hand away with the effort of a man turning down eternal paradise. “Just hold on. Just…” He threw the truck in Reverse, hooked his arm around the back of his seat and backed halfway down the narrow quarter-mile road. When he drew just close enough to glimpse passing lights in the distance, but not near enough to be seen from the road or Wilhelm’s place, he cut the lights, turned off the truck, and slid his seat as far back from the steering wheel as it would go.

“You seem determined to drive me crazy,” he complained—or pretended to complain—as he lifted her from her seat to his.

“Only to distract you.”

“From what?” Her knees settled on either side of him, skirt hiking up to show the tops of her thighs. God, he was beginning to love her.

No!
his brain screamed. You’re beginning to love her
skirts!
Not
her.

His body almost physically shrugged off the problem. It didn’t really give a damn about semantics.

“Distract me from what?” he repeated as his hands found her stockings and smoothed up to enjoy the contrast of silk against her skin.

Molly started to unbutton that white shirt, smart girl that she was. “I’m trying to distract you from the fact that you hate this.”

“What?”

A brief glow of distant headlights illuminated her sad smile. “You hate this, just a little.”

Giving up his exploration of her thighs, Ben reached to stop her hands from opening the last button of her shirt. “What the hell are you talking about, Moll?”

Laughing, she shook off his hands and slipped the button free to spread the shirt wide. “You wish you were doing this with someone else, someone with no secrets.”

“No—”

“Someone you didn’t have to worry so much about.” She picked up his hands and cupped them to her breasts.

Despite his rising confusion, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, noting the way they tightened with each stroke. Her back arched and she leaned back into the steering wheel. Miraculously, the horn didn’t sound.

“I don’t want anyone but you here, Molly.”

“You sure about that?”

“I wanted you even when I shouldn’t have.”

“Not true.” She shrugged off the shirt and then took his hands to ease them beneath her black top. Ben found the front clasp of her bra and clicked it open. When he touched her bare breasts, squeezed her nipples between his fingers, Molly’s breath caught.

Another faint pass of headlights showed her eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink with pleasure. He wanted her like this always, wanting him, more of him, pink with happy lust.

“When you were in high school,” he whispered, “I used to try to picture you, what you must look like naked, but that was…You were too young.”

“Mmm. I’m not too young now.”

“You look like you are, wicked girl.”

Her husky laugh delighted him. “And you like it.”

“That would be perverted, darlin’.”

“Oh, I’ll help you maintain your facade in public, but we both know you’re really a bad boy.”

The truth was that he wasn’t, or never had been, but he wanted to be bad with Molly, that was for damn sure.

He flicked his thumbs over her again, pinched harder, loving the way her breath hitched.

“You had girlfriends,” she said when she’d caught her breath, “when you were in high school.”

“Yes.”

Her knuckles brushed against his jeans, sending tiny jolts of electricity through his dick. “And what did you do with them in your dad’s old truck?”

“I…” Her knuckles brushed more firmly, and then she was cupping him through his jeans, trying to wrap her fingers around his erection. Bright lights flashed behind his eyes, and this time it had nothing to do with sirens.

“Did any of those girls ever give you a hand job?”

“I…” He pictured her fingers wrapped around his flesh, could almost feel her stroking. “I really couldn’t say.”

“Mmm. Sounds like a chivalrous yes to me.” She petted him slowly, up and down. “I missed out on you in high school, though not for lack of wanting.”

She was doing a damn fine job of sending him back fifteen years, to those days when heavy petting was too much to handle and not nearly enough. That old desperate need fluttered back to his body, that crazed desire to find out what it would really feel like to have a girl’s hand on his naked dick, even the idea of it too exciting to bear.

He’d forgotten how muffling and torturous simple denim could be. Her fingers sent tingles and shivers over his cock, tempting him to push her for more, please, more. Just a little. Just enough.

He rasped out, “You still have an hour before curfew,” and was rewarded with that sexy laugh again.

“That’s true,” she whispered. “But what if someone finds out?”

“I won’t tell a soul, I swear.”

“Maybe…Maybe just for a second.” Her hands stopped their torture and fumbled with the button of his jeans. And then, thank God, she was pulling his zipper down and the terrible pressure eased for a moment before twisting into an even sharper excitement.

Molly reached under the waistband of his underwear and her cool hand was a sudden, perfect vise around his cock.

“Oh, good Lord,” he groaned.

“Mmm.” She pulled him free and purred in excitement. “Did any of those girls ever tell you how big you are, Ben? How thick and hard and gorgeous?”

Jesus.
No. No, he definitely would’ve remembered that because the evening would have ended right then with a big bang.

“You are,” she whispered, just holding him. “You’re perfect. Almost too big for my hand. Like steel under that silk skin. Just what I always imagined.”

Loosening her hold, she trailed her hand lightly up, teasing again. Then down all the way, exploring. She turned her hand, easing lower to cup his balls. Ben hissed, grinding his teeth hard together.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.” She tested the weight of him for a long moment, then explored his shaft again, stroking soft, then with increasing pressure.

God, how long had it been since he’d experienced something so simple and wicked and good? Her hand pumped a little faster and he groaned his approval.

“Does that feel good, Ben?”

Just the way she sighed his name…“Yes.
Yes.
Don’t stop. Please, Molly.”

A faint light flashed by again, showing her slight smile, bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes narrowed in concentration. She looked like a young woman doing something she shouldn’t.

Ben pushed her shirt up and cupped her small breasts. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Her hand stuttered for a moment before she found her rhythm again, faster now, more intent. “I want you inside me.”

He shook his head, too far gone to speak.

“You’re so big. I want you to fill me up. Make me scream.”

A drop of sweat snaked down his temple. “I can’t,” he managed to say.

“Please.”

“Molly…I would…” He forced his mind away from the goal of exploding in her pumping hand. “I don’t have any condoms. I meant to buy some, but…You got any?”

“At home. I didn’t bring my purse.”

Fuck. Fuck. Her fingers found the perfect pressure, the sweetest path…

Molly shook her head and gave a rusty laugh. “I guess you’ll just have to go again when we get home.”

“I promise,” he gasped, flying closer to heaven. Almost there.

“Chief!” a screeching, metal voice called from the dark.

Molly squealed and let him go, while Ben squeezed his eyes shut to will whatever it was away.

“Chief?” the radio screamed again.

“For God’s sake.” Ben took a deep breath and told himself not to reach out and put Molly’s hand back where it belonged. “Someone had better be
dead.
”

Molly was still looking around in confusion, but that didn’t stop her from choking on laughter. “What the heck is that?”

“This,” Ben barked and yanked the radio off its charger. “Chief Lawson here. What is it?”

“Chief,” Brenda repeated. “Is everything okay?”

Hell no,
he wanted to say, but he took one more deep breath before he pushed the button. “Yes. Is there a problem?”

“Sylvia Jones called in that she’d seen you turn onto South Ridge Road off Highway Ten, but she hadn’t seen you come back. I worried you’d run into trouble.”

Un-fucking-believable. “I’m off duty right now, Brenda.”

“So…Everything’s all right?”

“Yes!”

“But what are you doing out at the south ridge?”

He would not yell at her. And he would not strangle Molly for having to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming with laughter.

When he’d gotten his raging temper under control, he put the radio back to his mouth. “I was dropping off a friend, Brenda. Anything else?”

“No, I’m just glad you’re okay. Have a good night, Chief.”

“Thank you,” he forced out and slammed the radio back into place.

Molly’s laughter rained down over him as he laid his head against the seat back and tried not to die. “Tell me I am not sitting here in my official police vehicle with my dick out and my girlfriend laughing at me.”

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh, no. It’s fine.” Ah yes, he remembered this feeling from high school, too. Sexual frustration. Funny how you forgot things.

“We don’t have very good luck in this truck. Or you don’t, anyway.”

“Right.” Ben rearranged his clothing and zipped his jeans. “You’re right. This truck is cursed. Invite me to your house. I’ve had damn good luck there. Plus I’m expecting one of my good citizens to stop and offer help at any moment.” He shook his head, adding, “I figured if we couldn’t be seen from the road we’d be fine.” At least nobody really had stopped. He’d been into the high school fantasy, but not to the extent of being interrupted by an outraged elder.

Though his lust had cooled considerably, it sure as hell wasn’t gone. It sizzled through his fingertips when he reached beneath Molly’s shirt to refasten her bra.

“I can do that, you know.”

“I know,” he answered, smoothing her shirt back into place, feeling the curve of her body beneath his touch.

“You hate this,” she said again, out of the blue, and Ben felt the words like a blow to his chest.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because it’s true.”

Smoothing a strand of hair back from her face, he tucked it behind her ear and shook his head. “Molly—”

“You can’t help it. Just like I can’t help my life, Ben, or my secrets. And it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. And I don’t hate this. Just…” He was suddenly exhausted, weary and achy, and he didn’t want to do this right now. He just wanted her, simple and sweet. “Just invite me home?”

The sadness vanished from her face, replaced with a grin. “Of course. Come home with me, Ben.”

“Hmm.” Leaning forward, he stole a quick kiss before her grin could vanish. “I don’t know, Moll. What about your parents? What if they catch me sneaking in?”

His hands were curved around her ribs, and when she laughed the vibrations spread joy from her bones to his. “Don’t worry. My parents are staying in the city tonight. But they made me promise to obey all the rules.”

“Well…” Ben pulled her closer, ran his tongue over her bottom lip, sucked it until she sighed. When she tried to kiss him back, he pulled away. “We’ll have to come up with some really good rules, then.”

She scrambled up and over to the passenger seat. Her finger pointed at the steering wheel. “What the hell are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

Ben resisted the urge to turn on the siren and fly through town, but just barely. Still, he managed to make it all the way to her driveway without braking once.

“I try to be.”

His fingers were just brushing her thigh when she lunged up the top step and sprinted to her room. She had her shirt half unbuttoned before he rushed through the door. Then she started shivering.

Ben tossed off his coat and went to work on his own buttons before he looked her up and down and shook his head. “I guess I’ll start the fire.”

“It’s already laid out.”

“Good. I hadn’t really pictured you hiding under the covers tonight.” He set a match to the kindling and waved her over. “Why don’t you come over here and get warm, sweetheart?”

One glance into those hot chocolate eyes and Molly’s shivering stopped. She dropped the white blouse and gave her hips an extra shake as she walked toward him. His gaze devoured her, from her head all the way down to her toes. A surge of pure power crashed through her as she drew the spaghetti-strap tank up over her head and shook out her hair.

Ben’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the red satin and black lace that cupped her breasts. She stopped five feet away.

“Now the skirt,” he said, his voice a deep rumble, but she wasn’t interested in being obedient. Instead of unbuttoning her skirt, she gathered the pleats in her hands and inched the material up.

“First your shirt,” she countered just as she showed him the tops of her stockings.

He tipped his head in a nod and tugged his shirt free of his jeans, eyes never leaving her thighs as he quickly unfastened his buttons. He wore a T-shirt underneath, but he whipped that off before she even had to ask.

My word, she’d never get used to that. He was sculpted flesh and crisp hair. Flat stomach and narrow hips.

“Now turn around,” he said, and Molly turned, planting her heels a foot apart and inching the skirt up.

“Higher.”

That one word zinged through her, bouncing around her belly until it sparked between her legs. She eased her skirt up, dragging it over the curve of her ass inch by slow inch, knowing he’d enjoy the torture.

She heard nothing behind her, aside from the quickening crackle of the fire. He held his breath or breathed so softly she couldn’t hear.

Molly was just about to turn around when he touched her. Her muscles twitched at the soft feel of his palm on her ass, just before it slid up over her hip and straight down into her panties. His fingers slid right inside her, no hesitation, and she couldn’t help but cry out at the invasion.

“It wouldn’t matter if I did hate this,” he murmured into her ear. “I couldn’t stop it.”

No, he couldn’t. There’d been chemistry between them even when they were too young to know it.

Pulling her hips against his, Ben pressed himself against her naked ass, his jeans were rough and warm, his erection thick beneath the fabric. His hand began to stroke in and out of her, rubbing her clit with every pass, and Molly arched hard, grinding herself against his dick.

He bit her neck, licked the skin and bit again, and Molly’s body was shimmering, shimmering.

“I don’t want to…” she panted, then paused to try to remember what she’d meant to say. Ah, yes. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Ben made a sympathetic noise, but didn’t pause in his attentions. His chest was so hot against her back, his arm so muscled where it curled around her waist. And his fingers…so slick and wide and merciless.

But she wanted more.
“Wait.”

When she grabbed his wrist, he let her pull his hand up, let his fingers slide free. “Wait,” she said again.

She fumbled for the button of her skirt, trying to call back the sexual confidence she’d had just moments before, but it was a difficult task considering her shaking knees and melting brain. Still, she knew just what she wanted, had been planning it her whole adult life.

The knowledge that she was about to make her dreams come true gave her the composure she needed to drop the skirt and turn to him with a confident smile.

“Your turn,” she said.

His mouth quirked up in a lopsided smile. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m not wearing a thong.”

Laughter burst from her throat, clearing away the last of the lust haze. “I can’t tell you how glad I am.”

“I don’t know you well enough to bust out the thong. Yet.”

Planting her fists on her hips, she put on her best glare. “Now is not the time to get funny.”

Half smile still in place, he swept her naughty ensemble with a bone-melting gaze. The smile looked especially wicked when he met her eyes again. “You want serious?”

Almost afraid to say yes to that challenge, she went on the offensive instead. “Unbutton your jeans.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He popped the button, exposing a new inch of skin, then he…stopped.

“Now the zipper.” He lowered the zipper, and he was standing before her, jeans gaping a little, bare-chested, staring her down, just like the countless fantasies she’d cast him in for the past ten years.

Something dangerous turned in her heart, seeped into her veins. Something dark and heady and addictive. This was how people got hooked on seedy habits—drugs or danger or kinky sex. But she knew the refrain—everyone did…
I can handle it.

She could do this once or twice or a few times. Keep it light. She could enjoy this and walk away from it when it became too much. No problem.

Forcing a small, distant smile, she strolled to him, touched her fingers to his collar bone, trailed them lower. A shudder spread through his muscles before he tamped it down. Molly pressed her lips to his jaw, then kissed her way down his neck. He seemed to know that she wanted control, because he kept his hands to himself, though she noticed them clenching at his sides. Good.

Molly skimmed her palms over his chest, around to his ribs. She licked his shoulder, scraped her teeth over his skin until he sighed. Then she braced her hands against his hips and lowered herself to her knees.

His belly jumped when she kissed it, or maybe that was the deep breath he took, but she couldn’t hear because her heart was pounding in her ears, driving blood to all her nerve endings.

She took her time, knowing there’d never be another first like this, rubbing her cheek against his tight stomach, dipping her tongue into his navel. She breathed in his scent and tasted his skin as his muscles tensed beneath her.

Finally, she took him in her hand, freed him from his jeans, and he was heavy and hot in her grasp.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” she whispered.

He swallowed so hard she heard him even over her pulse.

“When I walked in and saw that girl…” She dragged an openmouthed kiss down his shaft in a quick, light caress. She let her breath touch him with every word. “I saw her kissing you, sucking you…”

His deep sigh cracked in half.

“And I watched, and I wanted to be her. I wanted you to send her away and tell me to make it up to you, teach me how to please you.”

She licked the tiny drop of fluid away from the head, tasting salt and sex, circled her tongue around the flared edge once, twice, before pressing a few tiny kisses to the moisture she’d created.

“I would’ve given anything to be the one on her knees for you, Ben. I wanted to take you into my mouth, wanted to make you come.”

“Molly.”

“Mmm,” she hummed against his skin, then she parted her lips and took him inside her, slow at first, then as deep as she could.

He was a heavy, pulsing weight against her tongue. Perfect, just what she’d always wanted. She took him deeper than she’d taken any man and heard him groan her name. Licking, sucking, she felt him grow even bigger, just for her. His fingers tangled in her hair.

Tension wound through her belly and squeezed her sex tight. She’d masturbated to this fantasy so many times, she knew she’d hardly even need to touch herself to come. Her body had memorized him long ago in her dreams.

When his hand tightened in her hair, she moaned her approval, but he didn’t play along. Ben was far too much a gentleman to be more aggressive than that. How could he know she didn’t want tenderness? She hoped he could take a hint.

Molly eased off him, offering playful licks and kisses instead of the deep-throated ones he wanted. She teased and tortured until his fingers tightened and pulled her the slightest bit closer. She obliged, just until the pressure stopped, then she teased some more. They played through the whole cycle two more times until he finally gave in.

His hand spread across the nape of her neck, his fingers closed around her hair, and he guided her over his dick, pressing her deep, setting the rhythm he wanted.

Oh, God. Her clit felt tight as a bullet, sending out shards of pleasure each time her thighs rubbed together. Molly squeezed the muscles of her sex, keeping rhythm with Ben’s dick sliding into her mouth.

When that wasn’t enough, she slipped her hand into her panties and touched herself, groaning her ecstasy into his cock. Even over the flood of her own pleasure, she sensed his posture changing, tasted sweet saltiness on her tongue.

“Molly…” he groaned. “Molly, I’m going to come. Do you…Do you want to…?”

Oh, yes, she wanted to. In answer, she rubbed her tongue against the underside of his dick, sucked harder, and plunged her fingers deep inside herself. His hand fisted tight in her hair, holding her for his climax.

Rubbing, rubbing, she came just before he did, swallowed her own cries along with his come, and felt her dark need shatter into sparkling bits of light.