night and you should be enjoying yourself,” she said to him, completely clueless.
“How do you expect me to enjoy myself when you’re in the arms of other men? I’ve respected your wishes and haven’t been pursuing you but damn it, I shouldn’t have to watch you in the arms of my crew,” he said, growing louder with each word he spoke.
He had her pulled so tightly against him she could barely breathe. She didn’t even notice they’d stopped dancing. Luckily the bar was loud and smoky, with a lot of people on the dance floor and no one was paying them any attention.
Mark finally growled low in his throat and then crushed his lips down to hers. He pushed his tongue up against her bottom lip, demanding entrance and she willingly obliged. She forgot about all the reasons she’d decided being with him was a bad idea and just enjoyed being in his arms again.
His hands caressed her silk covered thighs, making the fabric draw up inch by inch. He was slowly walking them into a dark corner, where they could have more privacy. She couldn’t even feel the movement of her own two feet. She was focused on nothing but Mark and what he was doing to her body.
His caressing fingers reached the edge of her dress and were stroking the uncovered top of her thighs. She could feel the heat pooling in her core and she wanted him to relieve the pressure continuing to build there.
Her hands gripped tightly behind his neck, pulling him even closer. The kiss continued until she needed so much more from him than just his lips on hers. She needed him to join them together again. She needed it more than she needed air.
His lips left hers, allowing a gasp of air to enter, only to be rushed back out when he ran his tongue along the length of her throat. He nipped at her tender flesh and she moaned in pleasure. “Please Mark…” she begged.
“Uh boss…” a voice interrupted them.
Emily slowly became aware of her surroundings again and realized they were practically making love up against a dirty wall in a bar. She was horrified at her own behavior. She wasn’t ever that brazen kind of girl. She ducked her head into Mark’s neck, hoping to avoid anyone’s eyes.
“What do you want?” Mark snapped at the unfortunate guy.
“Um…the bouncer over there said you guys need to break it up,” the poor guy was so embarrassed he was stuttering.
Mark finally seemed to realize where he was and what he’d been doing and backed up a little bit from Emily. “Thanks,” he mumbled to the kid. He then grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the doorway.
“We are getting out of here now,” he stated.
Emily had no desire to argue with him. She’d been fighting her own desires for too long and it was time she got some satisfaction. “I’m ready to leave,” she purred.
Mark walked out of the bar, never letting go of her hand. When they reached his truck he picked her up and sat her in the seat, slipping in between her opened legs. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply again. His hand slipped between their bodies and he caressed her hardened nipple.
She heard a moan and was startled to realize the sound had come from her. “Please take me home,” she begged him.
He kissed her one more time and then pushed her legs into the truck. He jumped in the driver’s door and pulled out of the parking lot like the place was about to explode. The drive back to the ranch took half the time it had taken to get to town. The silence was just as noticeable on the return trip but for far different reasons.
They screeched to a stop a few feet from the front steps and he leapt from the truck. “Please don’t change your mind,” he pleaded, as he pulled open her door. Emily didn’t answer him with words. She smiled seductively at him and then reached down and rubbed her hand over the bulging evidence of his desire, as she leaned into him and ran her tongue over his neck.
“This is going to end far too quickly if you keep that
Deborah Hopkinson, PATRICK FARICY