Free Defying the Odds by Kele Moon

to speak as he stared at Melody curled up in his arms, having never seen her without glasses on. It made her look younger, more innocent. He reached over and caressed her cheeks, flushed pink from the cold. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming.
     
    Melody made the decision for both of them as her hands slid from beneath Clay’s shirt to the back of his neck. She tugged him down at the same time she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was chaste, soft, and sweet like Melody.
     
    Clay was lost.
     
    It was her scent, flowery shampoo and minty lip balm. It was the feel of her lush body against him. It was the soft sigh of contentment against Clay’s lips. He couldn’t help but pull her tightly against him and kiss her back, really kiss her , pushing his tongue past those full lips and owning her mouth.
     
    He hadn’t meant to be quite that aggressive, but Melody responded by clutching at his jacket and parting to his domination, her mouth opening wide to the thrust of his tongue. A low moan reverberated between them and Clay wasn’t even sure whose moan it was. It didn’t matter, because he was literally drowning in the feel of Melody finally in his arms. Their kissing became hot, openmouthed, and needy as quickly as it had once been soft and sweet.
     
    He fell too fast. His brain shut down under the waves of lust pulsing through his bloodstream. His cock was rock hard, eager, and determined despite the two of them being more than a little exposed in the middle of the diner’s well-lit parking lot. He fought the instincts that screamed to push his hands up her skirt and rip at her stockings, searching for something warm and wet to sink his fingers into.
     
    He’d never lost himself this deeply before, and he battled for control, looking for an anchor. Clay forced himself to become aware of the rapid thump of his heartbeat, to notice the rasp of material as they moved against each other. Melody was somehow straddled over him, her fingers in his hair. His UFC cap was gone, probably tossed into the backseat. His hands were underneath her jacket, holding her hips, forcing her tightly against him.
     
    He pulled away from her, because kissing like they were was going to do away with his sanity permanently. He tossed his head back against the headrest as he took a cleansing breath. It did little good because Melody attacked his neck. Her mouth was hot and wet as she nipped and licked and kissed until he was pushing his hips up, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. He used his hold on her waist to force their lower bodies tightly together, desperately seeking more intimate contact.
     
    “God.” Melody’s warm breath puffed against the curve of his neck. “I need…I need…” She was panting, sounding as out of her mind and desperate as Clay felt. “I need you . Help me.”
     
    “Fuck.” He groaned, his cock hurting, every muscle in his body tight with the need to give Melody exactly what she was begging for. “We can’t.”
     
    “Oh no,” she sobbed. “No no no .”
     
    She didn’t give Clay a chance to respond. She used her hold on his hair to tug his mouth back to hers. This time her kiss was anything but chaste. She claimed his mouth as she moved over him in a way that set off every indulgent sensor Clay had.
     
    If Clay didn’t care for her as deeply as he did, he would have given in to the tidal wave of lust and just fucked her in the car. He’d never been this hard, this starving for the warm, slick feel of a woman.
     
    “Come on, Mel. Take a breath.” He pulled away once more and then reached up to caress the nape of her neck. He tightened his hold just enough to keep her from leaning into him and destroying the last of his self-control. His breathing was rapid and desperate, his voice low and gravelly. “I want this too, okay? I want it more than anything. I’d give up every championship belt I own to be with you, but I don’t wanna fuck you in a car. I