“Could I have this dance?” I asked as I stood in front of her.
“Sure.”
And just like that, we were moving together. Dancing in an allotment, with stars shining in the sky above, and pretty solar lights creating a warm glow around us. She melted into me, and I ran one hand through her hair while my other one stroked up and down her back. Soft sighs slipped from her, and my half-hard dick now threatened to morph into a full-blown erection. I chanced a glance around the plot. No one else was dancing, and most people were sitting in groups, laughing and talking softly.
“I want you, Red. And I want you now.” I rumbled the words against her ear.
She pulled slightly away from me. Eyes wide, pupils blown, lips open.
“How? We’ll be noticed.”
“No, we won’t. Let’s go for a walk, then we can sneak into your shed. It’s in darkness. No one will see us.”
She faltered, teeth digging in her bottom lip as though anxious.
“Fliss, I’d rather have you in bed where it’s safe and warm. But… I just can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my thoughts the whole time. I. Need. You. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”
Please, say you want me too.
Felicity
I should have been scared by Luke’s demand, but I wasn’t. I needed him as much as he needed me. I’d never been reckless when it came to sex; missionary in the living room had been about the most adventurous my sex life had been. But this was naughty, dangerous, anyone could sneak up on us. At that moment, though, I wanted dangerous and naughty. And I wanted it all with this man.
“I’m not on contraception,” I whispered. My last-ditch attempt to stop this from happening.
“I’ve got condoms.”
“Oh, were you so certain I’d say yes?” I couldn’t help feeling a little hurt that he thought I’d be so easy.
“No. God, no. I’m not that guy. There’s a reason I have condoms in my wallet.” He looked embarrassed and ran a hand through his hair. “Marcus put them in there one night after we’d had a few drinks. He said I never knew when I might get lucky and should always be prepared. I meant to take them out but forgot.”
Silence hung between us. Luke’s expression turned pained.
He put his hands on my shoulders. His eyes locked to mine. “I’m so sorry, Fliss. You’re more than just a quickie in a shed. Forget I said it.”
He put his hands in his pockets and turned to go. I could tell by his expression and the remorse in his voice that he wasn’t that guy. The one who’d have sex anywhere just to get his end away.
“Luke,” I called after him.
He stopped, avoiding my eyes. I tilted his face upwards.
“Talk to me,” I whispered.
“I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you, Fliss. I hope you believe me.”
I did believe him. If he was that much of a manwhore, he’d have succumbed to Stella’s continual demands.
He went to speak. I placed one fingertip against his lips. “Let’s go. Now.” Let’s do this before I lose my courage.
We strolled off the dancefloor arm-in-arm and made for the main path of the allotment. Luke guided me towards the back of the row of plots, so we would arrive at my aunt’s plot undetected. I sneaked a look to see if anyone was watching us. They weren’t. We walked in silence. My heart was beating and the palm of my hand holding Luke’s was sweaty. Maybe his was sweating too.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked as I opened the shed door.
“No. Never.”
Good to know. We were about to lose our shed sex cherry together.
It was dark inside, with only the faint light of the moon shining inside the small window. I remembered there was a battery-operated lamp in a box at the far end of the shed. I hauled it out, turned it on, and placed it on the floor. I faltered, remembering how long it had been since I’d last had sex.