Luke stopped the truck in front of his house and she jumped out and ran for the door. His heavy footfalls were right behind her.
She cleared the front door but lost her balance on the stairs and fell forward. Her composure was gone and she started to cry as she pulled herself up and trudged up the stairs toward the guest bedroom.
He caught her by the arm at the landing and spun her around. “Natalie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“Fuck you.” She wiped the tears off her cheeks and tried to stop her chin from quivering.
Something snapped in him. His face turned stone-like and he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her into his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and released her.
“What’s that? What did you say to me?” He pulled his t-shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt.
“What are you doing?” She backed up toward the bathroom.
“You said, ‘fuck you.’ So, that’s what I’m going to do.”
“No, you’re not.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a defiant gesture, feigning the courage she didn’t feel. She clamped her trembling fingers around her biceps.
“We’ll just see about that, sweetheart.” He dropped his pants and moved toward her.
Her reflexes were dulled by the alcohol and she didn’t struggle when he grabbed her shoulder and turned her away from him. He pushed her against the wall, holding her arms above her head. He kissed the back of her neck from one side to the other.
Her anger was dissipating, quickly being replaced with wanton need. She was melting, fast. He knew where all her erogenous zones were and just how to tantalize them.
His body pressed firmly against hers, immobilizing her. “Stop it,” she whispered, without much conviction. “Don’t touch me.”
With his free hand he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, then yanked the skirt up over her hips. His hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of her mound. He kissed her ear. “If you want me to stop, tell me now and be real clear. Say no and I’ll stop.”
She believed him. He wouldn’t go any further if she said no, but she wasn’t going to say no. The promise of pleasure was too great. And he had apologized for being an asshole. She found herself mentally justifying giving in to her body’s yearning even though she was still angry. She should tell him to go fuck himself, but she didn’t.
“Yes.” She turned her head and opened her mouth. “Kiss me.”
He pushed his tongue against hers and lifted her shirt. He jerked her bra down, exposing her breasts. His hand strummed her hard nipples, moving from one to the other.
He knew just how to touch her, how to make her purr. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“No worries there, honey.” With that, he freed her hands and reached for a condom in the drawer beside the bed...Mount Up is now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance and OmniLit!