“I don’t give a fuck.” Scott reclined his chair so they were lying almost flat, sliding it backward so her ass wasn’t jammed up against the steering wheel.
“Thanks, but maybe we shouldn’t be—”
But Scott was already kissing her. It wasn’t the frantic kind of kissing that dissolved into second and third base. They kissed in slow, savouring laps, the kind of marathon make out that took Sam right back to her teenage years. Scott kissed her until her lips were swollen and other places were even more so. Her nipples chafed against her bra and she had to fight to keep herself from rocking against Scott’s hips like he was a merry-go-round horse. She didn’t want to push him and he seemed utterly content to kiss. Just when she was considering grabbing one of his hands and shoving it onto her boob, Scott tore his lips away from hers and nuzzled her neck, stroking his hands all over her skin, as though she were some kind of priceless artifact. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Really? I thought we were flirting quite a bit.”
He gave a strained chuckle. “I don’t mean like that. I meant because I’ve been imagining this forever.”
“What did you imagine?”
There was a sadness to Scott’s smile as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Let’s see, when I was eight, I wanted to touch your hair. I didn’t know why I wanted to touch it. I just wanted to touch it.”
He took both of her hands in his big cold ones. “When I was eleven, I wanted to hold your hand. Again, I wasn’t sure why, knew you’d never let me, but I wanted it all the same.”
He held them up and they both stared at the fists they’d made together. His skin was tanned and ruddy, hers was pale and covered in the tiny floral tattoos she’d gotten when she was twenty-six, for forgiveness, growth and regret.
“What next?”
Scott smiled. “At twelve I made a big leap. I wanted to kiss youandI wanted you to be my girlfriend.”
The honesty of it made something inside Sam twist. “You wanted that even though—”
“Yes,” Scott said, without a moment’s hesitation. He kissed her again. It was like their first, light and sweet and shy.
Sam smiled against his lips and pulled away. “What next?”
Scott smiled, a lazy seductive smile. “When I was thirteen, I heard the boys at school talking about kissing with tongues. At first I was so grossed out, and then the idea kind of grew on me. Then all I could think about was kissing you like that, all deep and wet. Like we were becoming one thing.”
“Seriously?”
“Want a demonstration?”
They kissed again and this time it was an unruly tangle of lust. Sam ground herself against him, feeling a hardness beneath his suit pants. Its length and heft had her pulling away and asking, “What next?”
Scott looked a little sheepish. “When I was fourteen…to be honest, all I wanted to do was see your tits.”
Sam laughed. “I was wondering when we were going to get to the dirty stuff.”
“We don’t have to talk about it.”
Sam ran her fingers through his thick hair, gripping the thick flax and trying to commit the sensation to memory. “Let’s talk about it, Galahad. Did you just want to see my tits, or did you want the whole show?”
Scott swallowed. “I wanted to see you naked about as badly as I wanted to breathe. That’s what it felt like some nights, that Icouldn’tbreathe. I’d lie in bed and think about how close you were. I’d think that if we could justtalk,everything might start to make sense.”
They were close. She tried for a tension-alleviating joke. “Fourteen was the year my boobs came in. I’m assuming you know the exact day it happened?”
Scott gave a half-smile that said he knew what she was doing and was willing to allow it. “There wasn’t a single day, it was every day. Watching you was like watching a rose bloom, always something new and just as beautiful.”
The poetry of his words stung.Play the game, Galahad.Just flirt and fuck around like before.
She arched her back, her breasts swelling over the cups of her halter top. “You saying you didn’t notice my tits?”
“I wouldn’t pretend to be as chivalrous as that.” He swallowed hard. “They’re…flawless.”
“So touch them.”
He hesitated. “We’re in a car. Near a McDonald’s.”