Just Want Somebody to Love (Bella Warren Book 1) (4 page)

Even though they ran out of the bar together after just one dance, but he got it. Half the people inside probably didn’t pay any attention to them, but if anyone noticed her pressed against the backside of the building, they’d remember it for sure. He knew how small towns worked.

He rested a hand against the wall over her shoulder and pressed his jaw together. He just needed a moment. Several moments to catch his breath. And then possibly a few minutes before he dared to walk anywhere. Long, uncomfortable night ahead.

“Follow me.” She grabbed his hand and ran past the front of the building and right for the road.

Oh my God. Whitney just grabbed him and ran into what was shaping up to be the best night of her life.

Not that she hadn’t ever had sex before, but picking up a sexy hot man who was into her as much as she was him? Oh man, oh man, this much thrilling stuff hadn’t flooded her veins in she didn’t know how long.

The night was dark, the road empty. On one hand, she was too damn old for running into the woods. For goodness sakes, she had her own house, nearly thirty, and she was heading to the trees like she was seventeen again.

But then… That other hand existed. It clutched his, filled with his heat. His fingers had sat very low on her back while they’d danced. They had made a gripping hold on her butt and lifted her against him as if it were nothing. That hand? That was the hand hurrying her across the road.

She slowed on the opposite side of the pavement as the shoulder slopped to a near drop off. “Watch your step. It can be slick.”

“Thought you didn’t remember your way through here?”

“I don’t. Not completely, but I haven’t forgotten everything I know.” Like just as they slid to the bottom of the hill, the woods didn’t look quite as thick as they appeared.

Another few steps and the dense trees swallowed them in another world.

She turned and was in his arms. His lips came back over hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to get even closer. Holy smokes, this wasn’t supposed to be happening. They weren’t supposed to be out here doing this. They? She shuddered. She wasn’t supposed to be out here doing this. She didn’t know him from Adam. Possibly, he did this every day of the week.

It’d certainly explain why he was so good at it. He knew just how to grip her ass and bring her snug against him. His thickness pressed to her, and yes. She wanted to scream to the treetops and then shove him to the ground. Show him exactly the kind of girl she really was. Rusty? Ha. Rust crumbled off with each swipe of her tongue against his.

It was all she could do to resist crawling up the front of him. She wanted to get all over him so much that if anyone did see them, they’d think she’d invented something new.

She was pretty sure she could show this city boy a thing or two about country life. With that in mind, she reached between them and popped the button on his jeans. Goal for the night accomplished. The hazy hours she’d spent staring into nothingness disappeared from memory as she lowered his zipper and had the firm swell of him along her knuckles.

His hands gripping her backside squeezed until he pinched. She stroked him again through his cotton underwear to provoke another painfully awesome pinch out of him. She was well rewarded. A growl rumbled in his throat, and he bit at her lower lip. That raw sound couldn’t have described it better. She found her way in his shorts and got her hand around his solid length.

He grabbed her and turned them so it was her back on the tree and him pinning her against it. His hands came off her ass, and if she wasn’t mistaken, fingers trembled as he felt along the waist of her jeans. “We should find somewhere to get these pants off you,” he mumbled against her lips, then neck, while he rubbed under her shirt.

“My house?”

“I like the sound of that.” Even still. He didn’t stop kissing her. That hand on her rib cage didn’t stop inching higher. “You think you can remember how to get there from here?”

“Maybe, but it’s not a short walk.” She squeezed him tighter, and a drop of liquid eased from his tip. Definitely too far. “Do you have a car?”

“I do.” Rough breath left his words raw. “You’ll get in the car with a strange man? Brave.”

She laughed. “If I’m about to take my pants off for him, getting in the car isn’t a big deal. And my two best friends know I left with you.”

“I’m parked somewhere behind the bar.”

“We should have figured this out before I dragged you across the road.”

“Or before we ever left the building.”

“That too.”

“You make it hard to think.”

Likewise. Now she just had to peel herself off him and stop kissing for five minutes to make it to that car.

That seemed like a lifetime. Taking his sweet time about cupping her bra didn’t speed things. His fingertips eased along her skin. It was hot touch on burning skin, fenced off by cool satin. She shivered, but she wasn’t cold. He pushed his fingers under her bra, and with a touch to her nipple, a gasp left her.

The hand on her ass curved between her legs, and he rubbed her in the best spot ever. His firm touch coupled with the stiffness of her jeans, and thank heavens for the tree holding her. Oh boy. Oh boy. If she could just get out of these clothes. Then get him out of his clothes. Then they’d be talking.

He thrust with her touch and another raw growl slid out. This one sounded full of familiar frustration.

Too many darn clothes. He lifted her shirt higher, and cold air snaked along her sweat dampened skin. Pneumonia would be worth it. Any man who could kiss like this would be worth a hospital stay, because if his kisses were this awesome, the rest was sure to be better.

He moved her shirt higher, and in the process, forced her hand from his pants. She wrapped her arms around him and held him to her chest. “Oh God. I need more.”

His length pressed against the very center and most sensitive part of her, and she couldn’t stop the gasp.

Or the moan that came next.

He pulled his mouth from her breast. “Hell.”

“Worth it.”

“If I don’t get these pants off you soon, I’ll die, and that’s where I’ll be going.”

“My house.”

“Yes.” They didn’t go anywhere. His mouth was on her neck. His hand pushing her shirt up the front. “My car is just so far away.”

She needed to be able to grab and hold him somehow. Against this tree, she could hardly do a thing but enjoy what he wanted to do to her. Not at all something bad to have, but she didn’t want things just done to her. She wanted to rock his world too. “If you have a condom, I’m okay right here.”

“Shit.” His head landed on the tree over her shoulder. The hungry touch of his hands died.

She might cry. A grown woman and she might break down if he didn’t have protection. “Oh my God, I hope you have some, somewhere.”

“In my wallet, that’s in my room in the bar. Don’t you have some at your house?”

She laughed. “If I did, they’d be expired. Rusty, remember?”

“I’ll have to run inside and grab my wallet.”

“The Quick Stop around the corner used to have them for a quarter in the men’s bathroom.”

He leaned back. The moonlight wasn’t bright, but it put off enough glow she could make out his parted lips and the way they curved. “I’m pretty sure that’s the hottest thing a woman has ever said to me, but my keys are inside too.”

“We had poor planning.”

He cupped her cheek and leaned in, pressing another kiss to her. “But we have a plan now.”

She pulled herself against him. “Just as soon as you put me down.”

“Right.” Back to kissing. His hand left her cheek and slid up her thighs. “It’ll take us thirty seconds to be back around the bar and add another minute for me to have my keys.”

“Two to three minutes from here to my house.” Minutes and then they could return to this part. That didn’t sound bad. He kissed her again as he lowered her back to the ground.

The slide of his zipper broke through the night. “You’ve got about five minutes to change your mind then.”

She laughed, grabbed him by the hand, and led him back across the road. Yeah right. The only thing she had plans to change were her clothes. From what she wore to her birthday suit. The moment they got to her house, stripping would happen, and that was that. She headed to the front, but he tugged her around the side. “There’s a back door. It’ll be quicker that way.”

“Back door it is.”

He pulled her around the corner and stopped by a silver sports car. He kissed her once more, and her clothes had to be close to falling off.

His breath was heavy. “Wait here.”

“Waiting.” She reached in her pocket for her phone. She sent a quick text to Tasha and Kara. By the time she hit send, the backdoor opened, light slashed over the grounds, and he was back. He flicked the unlocks, and she didn’t wait a second. She grabbed the door and slid into the smooth as butter leather seats.

The engine rolled over with an aggressive purr. Headlights brightened the brick in front of them. She was going to have sex. He eased the car in gear, and she glanced his way. Any worries that the thrill in the woods wouldn’t come back died.

Plenty of things hummed under her skin. All those dull, flat lined feelings of nothingness gone to a distant memory. This was what she wanted. Going out and living? Ha, that was just the tip of the iceberg. As he pulled up to the road and glanced her way with those amazing eyes, she knew without a doubt this was what she’d been missing.

She hadn’t met an interesting guy in months. Over Christmas, they’d been in south Texas visiting her mom. There’d been one guy at that sporting goods store, but it flat lined. Hard to plan for a hook up or a date or anything when you were standing in a mall a week before Christmas.

Justin reached across the narrow console and put his hand on her thigh. Little bubbles raced through her blood and landed right in the center of her. “Left or right?”

“Right.” No time for hesitation. “My driveway is about a mile up here on the left. There’s a wooden sign marking it.”

“Gotcha.”

Yes, as a matter of fact, he did have her. For the rest of the night. In the morning? Multiple times throughout? Her mouth dried as his fingers squeezed on her thigh. How about all the way into the afternoon until her mom arrived? His hand slid up her thigh.

When did the drive home get so long? Narrow bucket seats kept her from scooting across his lap and ripping his shirt off. The buttons of his pants would get a look at next. Have that step taken care of before they even got inside.

The thought worked all the way through her. Fine. Hands to herself until they were in the front door, and then all bets were off. She could have his pants off by the bottom of the stairs. Or he could strip for her in her bedroom.

They went around a curve, and his headlight landed on the wooden sign. She pointed. “There.”

His blinker came on, and he turned on the slender drive. “You’re quiet over there. Not changing your mind, are you?”

A small laugh escaped her. “Trying to decide whether to get your clothes off as soon as we got in the front door or wait until I get you to my bedroom upstairs first.”

He cleared his throat and slowed as he came up to the two houses on the farm. “Which one?”

She pointed at the old white one. “That one. The other is my brother’s.”

He parked. “Noted.”

She chuckled and opened the door. “Nah. He’s cool.”

He met her at the front of his car, and just like that, his hand cupped her lower back as they went up the front steps together. If her panties weren’t melted by now, then nothing was getting them besides physical removal. Or he could rip them. Yeah. Ripping was the better option.

She pushed inside, and every last light was on as they’d left it. So much for a sexy low glow. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Had all I wanted at the bar.”

She faced him and paused. This was the first time she’d ever brought a guy home like this. Surely not, but it was true. Her brother had lived with her until a few months ago. Before then, her mom had been here, so that was a definite no for bringing guys home for anything other than a hello or supper.

Now here Justin stood in her house. All alone. Heat swam up the back of her neck and flooded through her cheeks. It felt so wrong to have him here. She glanced his way. His head was tipped to the side, lips pulled just so into a smile. There could be nothing wrong in a smile like that.

He crooked his finger at her. “You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?”

She shook her head. “Just rusty.”

“Right.” He caught her by the hips as she stepped in close. “You feel warm and soft. I’m not getting this rusty feeling you keep mentioning.”

“It must be that connection you needed.”

His lips were soft along her cheek, kissing to her ear with the scruff of his facial hair following behind. “Told you it was required.”

She turned her head, and his mouth moved along her neck until he came to her shirt. She fisted her hands along his sides, and okay, decision made. The man was getting stripped here. She grabbed his shirt and worked it from his jeans. The soft cotton gave away easy, and she pushed it up. His firm sides were unforgiving against her arms as she raised his shirt higher until it was gone.

He wrapped his arms around her, stepping in closer, and caught her backside up in his hands. “Point me where you want me.”

“I’ve never had a man in my bed before.”

“That’s… The worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know. I just realized that as we came in the door.”

“We should fix that.”

“We should. I’m almost thirty. I haven’t been bothered by the big 3-0, but now I’m all sad panda about it.”

His fingers landed over her lips and forehead against hers. “No sad pandas. I volunteer to fix this for you and make it memorable.”

She pulled out of his hold, catching his hand as she backed away. “Such a gentleman to see to my problems.”

“I aim to please.”

She eased up the stairs. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“I’m not afraid of pressure.”