Free Feeling This by Casey Blue Page B

throat, “Kimber, I want you to know that after you broke it
off, I still thought about you every day.”
    His admission causes me to turn my head to
meet his stare. I’m surprised but also a little foggy. The alcohol is really
hitting me. His hand moves to the spot where his breath warmed me and goose
bumps pop up all over my skin. He leans in again and asks, “Can we go
somewhere?”
    My heart speeds up as I nod. That is all I
can manage at this point. He grabs my hand and squeezes it while turning to
Derek, “Hey Derek, is it alright if I take her home?”
    Derek looks over at me with a questioning
look. I nod my head at him and force a smile. Andrew is taking me home. Oh my!
I think I’m having heart palpitations. But home where? Suddenly my heart stops beating
and I panic. He can’t go to my home not with momma… I get up abruptly which is
a total mistake. My feet get all twisted and I lurch forward heading straight
for the edge of the bar. Andrew catches me just in time and chuckles pulling me
back against his hard chest, “Hang on there killer. I’ll help you up. Maybe
shots weren’t such a good idea.”
    He tosses a small wad of bills on the bar
and tells Derek, “Thanks dude.”
    Then he turns placing his arm around me,
barely holding my side. There it goes again, that pulsating feeling, I just
want to jump his bones.
    Once we leave the bar, he leads me to his
car, a black 1967 Camaro. He always pined for this car through high school. I
smile that he finally got it. The rain has stopped, leaving puddles scattered
across the lot.
     He leads me to the passenger side and
reaches for the handle, I can’t take it any longer. I reach up to grab his
shirt and pull his six foot frame down to me, devouring his lips. At first he’s
hesitant but quickly he pushes his tongue forcefully into my mouth mixing the
taste of lemon with his incredible smell. I think I’ll die and go to heaven
right now. His mouth moves perfectly with mine as if we haven’t been apart for
four years.  His hands move from holding me up to pushing me back against the
car. They find my sides, slowly gliding down to my hips, caressing the skin
just beneath my shorts, around my waist and finally down to my ass. Never
breaking our connection, he lifts me up putting more pressure on me against the
car. I wrap my legs around his waist groaning into his mouth at the bulge in
his pants pushing against my sex. This just makes his hands move further down
my thighs, inching slightly into the edge of my cutoffs. My hands move up his
chest, which through the thin material of his t-shirt feels so good, hard and
defined. I imagine kissing my way around his chest and other places. My hands
inch up and make their way to his short, jet black hair. I run them through it
savoring his taste, enjoying this way more than I thought was possible. I bite
his lower lip making him moan into my mouth and his hands slide further into my
shorts, so close. Anticipation is a wonderful thing. He breaks our kiss and
starts kissing his way down my neck and my breathing hitches. I mumble,
“Andrew, I want you.”
    Once he lowers his lips to my shoulder, he
stops and pulls back abruptly obviously short of breath as much as I am. The
sudden lack of warmth makes me grasp for his shirt again trying to pull him
closer to me.
    He laughs running his hand down my braid,
searching my face, “Kimber, you are so beautiful.” He waits a minute staring at
me and finishes, “I think I need to get you home.”
    Protesting I tell him, “But, can’t we…I was
hoping…How about your home?” I can’t believe how forward I am being, the
alcohol is definitely talking.
    He shakes his head slowly while lowering me
to the ground, “Oh man Kimber, I would like nothing more. But we’ve been
drinking.”
    Looking up at him confused, my anger
surfaces, “What Andrew? We are both consenting adults and so what if we’ve been
drinking.”
    He reaches down not acknowledging my rant,
and pulls