I turned into the entrance of the garage and keyed in my code. The gate seemed to take forever to open and when it finally did, I stepped on the gas too hard and spun the tires before pulling inside.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been even slightly nervous about the prospect of having sex, but I realized during the drive that’s exactly what I’m feeling. And if I’m nervous, I figure Karen must be freaking out.
Only as I park the truck, she seems calm.
I held her hand as we walked toward the elevator and didn’t let it go as we stepped inside. As the doors closed, the same electricity that zinged between us the first time we were in here together darted and dashed between us now. Only this time, I don’t have to keep my distance. Her sweet vanilla scent filled my senses as I pulled her to me and covered her mouth with mine.
Whenever I’ve kissed her before, I’ve slowly pressed our mouths together, taking time to enjoy the softness of her lips. But not this time.
I thrust my tongue inside, and my knees nearly buckled. Leaning back against the side of the elevator, I held her close, unwilling to let her mouth go for one split second. She let out a little moan and I curled my hand around the back of her head, wrapping my fingers into her long hair to keep her close. Her tongue kept pace with mine, exploring and feeling, kissing me back and echoing my intensity.
The elevator stopped, jerking to a halt as the loud ding sounded, pulling me back to my senses. I ended the kiss and stared into her eyes feeling like I’ve taken a fastball to the heart.