Free Rock Me Gently by HK Carlton

within her. He even leaned in slightly as if he just might kiss her and the bubbling heat in her boiled over and deep down wet arousal burst free. “But I won’t. When you’re ready, you kiss me. And then we’ll both know.”
    Abruptly, he turned and faced the water again. He picked up his coffee and took a long drink while still holding her hand.
    Lainey didn’t know what to do with herself. He’d just left her hanging. Damn it, she wanted him to kiss her. Wanted him to make the decision for her and take her choice away. But the coward that she was, she followed his lead and picked up her coffee, taking a sip, then pulled her thighs together trying to lessen the burning heat between her legs. She wanted much more than mere kisses.
    After finishing his coffee, he threw the cup expertly into the receptacle near then he tugged on her hand and pulled her from the table. “Come on, I’ll walk you back up to your car. You need to go home and have a good meal and get some sleep.”
    “I do?” she said stupidly.
    “Yes, hiking tomorrow, did you forget?”
    “No.”
    Aware that he was walking quickly, he practically pulled her back up the street. And she was trotting double time just to keep pace with him since he refused to let go of her hand. But he needed to get the hell away from her. He had visions of slamming her onto the picnic table, throwing up her skirt and ravishing her right there in the park.
    When they reached her car he opened the door for her and she tossed her purse inside, before turning to face him.
    He skimmed his hands up her arms, stopping at her shoulders. “So what time do you leave for church in the morning?”
    “About ten forty-five, it’s not far.”
    “And you get home around noon?”
    “Yes,” she said looking up at him.
    “I’ll see you then.” He placed a kiss on her cheek, letting his lips linger on her soft skin. She turned her face into his, allowing her cheek to rest against his rough one.
    Her warm breath, quick and shallow, bounced off his Adam’s apple. “See you then,” she whispered.

Chapter Five
    Lainey ran out of the door right at ten forty-five Sunday morning. She hadn’t slept well and had woken in a pool of her own sweat after an incredibly steamy dream about her and Jason. She couldn’t remember much of the actual dream itself. Just images and feelings and the picnic table, that had ended in an explosive orgasm that woke her up and left her feeling less raw and fidgety but more empty, which she didn’t think was possible. She had showered and dressed and decided to braid her hair while it was still wet since she didn’t have time to do much else with it.
    Lainey pulled the door closed and started down the drive toward her car when she noticed another pulled across the end of her driveway and the darkly handsome man leaning against it.
    “Jason,” she said smiling, perhaps even blushing, as the horny little butterflies did the cancan in her stomach. Dressed sharply, he wore dark tailored slacks, a burgundy dress shirt and a black tie, topped off with dark shades shielding his eyes. His hair was not as sculpted as he’d tamed it for school, but it wasn’t as messy as it had been yesterday when she’d seen him. It was sort of spiky but not standing straight up, just kind of sweeping toward the front. He looked like a model in a new car ad, leaning casually against the expensive red and black sports car as if he hadn’t a care in the world. She walked all the way to him before he moved, straightening as she reached him. He took the dark glasses from his eyes. He looked tired too. Perhaps he’d had trouble sleeping as well. “What are you doing here?”
    “I thought I’d take you to church,” he said simply.
    Her eyes widened slightly but so did her smile. She was pleased but said, “You don’t have to do that.”
    “I want to. Get in.” He opened the door and she sat down into the luxurious creamy leather.
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