All the Wrong Choices by C.A. Harms

Chapter Seventeen

Jonah

Dani is right.My car isn't made for car sex. Even though she is wearing a killer short dress, and a skimpy pair of panties, it's next to impossible. There is no place to put her legs. Believe me, we’ve tried but all we managed to do is fog up the windows. It is the most difficult task I've ever attempted to perform.

Not to mention we've been caught by a little old couple who are parked next to me in the parking lot of the French restaurant. The old man gives me a go get 'em thumbs up, and his wife doesn't seem too impressed. Dani buries her face in the crook of my neck, and when she laughs uncontrollably, the moment is definitely over.

Crawling across the front seat, she sits down next to me, and I don't know what I'm thinking, when I take her hand in mine and bring our now joined hands to my mouth. Kissing her knuckles, I notice her tense, and then I bite her finger and suck on it to break the awkwardness.

The problem is it's almost impossible for me to treat Dani like she is nothing more than a warm body. She is so much more, and I'm not saying I've never had a one-night stand or a fuck buddy, but the more I try to place Dani in that category, the harder it becomes.

"Do you wanna go back to my place?"

"I don't think I should stay over," she says and I bite my tongue to keep from saying something I'll regret. "But we can go get my car, and I can follow you."

"I will take you home," I'll admit, I hope to get her there, so I can change her mind.

"Are you sure?" I nod, already backing out of the parking space with the intention of going straight to my place. On a mission to wear her out enough to get her to fall asleep in my bed already being etched out in my mind. Whatever it takes, I'll give it to her until she is comatose and too tired to remember she is in my bed instead of her own.

The ride is quiet, only the radio playing low to break the silence.

Rounding the large curve, I flip on my blinker and turn into the first driveway on the left. Tall Evergreen trees line the drive, hiding the house up ahead. The house is much too big for me alone, but from the first time I saw it, I knew it was mine.

"Wow," I hear her mumble as soon as my house comes into view. The porch light is highlighting the handcrafted oak door, and the landscaping out front is giving it that homely feel. Floor to ceiling windows throughout the entire entryway, leading to the rest of the house. "You live here?"

"Yeah," I can imagine what she feels because I feel it, too, every time I pull up to the front.

I hit the button on the opener, the garage door starts to lift, and the motion lights come on, bringing the rest of the house into view. The other side of the garage is sitting empty, and I find myself wondering what it would be like to come home and find her car parked there.

I park, open my door and have every intention of walking around to open her car door too, but she doesn't wait. She meets me at the front of the car, and before I let her pass, I grab her waist and move her body in front of mine. The garage door starts to close, and I back her up until her legs make contact with my bumper.

My heart is getting involved, and I know I'm most likely going to be picking myself up off the floor in the end, but I can't seem to slow down. She made no promises, she more than once ensured me this is nothing more than physical, yet I still let myself believe it can be more.

The problem is I can't let go. The idea of anyone else having even this small part of her drives me out of my mind. I can't stomach another man's hands on her, so I push aside the feelings I've begun to develop, and I keep giving her what she needs.

"Are we going inside?" She asks, biting her lip while I start to lift the bottom hem of her dress. The memory of her tiny red panties comes back to me as I feel her bare ass against my hands. I'd only gotten a small peek of them earlier, and had I not already been sitting, I would have most likely dropped to my knees. There was barely anything there, just a small scrap of material covering very little.

"Not yet," gripping her hips, I lift her and sit her on the hood of my car. I don't give a shit if she dents it. It's worth taking her right here and now. To have the vision of her sprawled out over the hood of my car, with her legs wrapping around my head as I taste her sweetness, is something I need. Every time I get behind the wheel, I'll remember what I did to her. "Lay back," I direct and watch as the realization of what is about to happen fills her eyes.

My first taste is heaven all over again. The way she shifts her hips while I trail the tip of my tongue over her clit is hypnotizing. Her back arches, and she fists my hair so tightly I think she's going to rip it out, but I keep going. Pressing my hand to her lower stomach, I attempt to hold her in place, and when she slaps her hand to the metal of my hood, I know I'll most likely find a dent there later. But it is definitely worth it to see her throw her body around in pleasure. I continue to devour her. I don't let up, even when she begs me to. I keep going, driving her out of her mind.

I want her weak from an orgasm, I want her screaming my name, and I want her leaving here tonight to be the last thing on her mind when she's exhausted from the pleasure I've given her.

Standing, I look down at her as I start to unbuckle my belt.

I used my last condom in the parking lot during our failed attempt at car sex. I know in her current state, I can take her raw, and she'll likely not notice until we are done. But I can't do it without her knowledge. So instead, I stroke myself, seeing the way her eyes wander to that very spot and smoulder while her legs fall open a little more. Jesus, she is a goddess, the red of her dress, against the dark charcoal color of my hood.

"Are you on the pill?" She looks away from my hand, and her eyes lock on my own. "We used my last condom at the restaurant, and I really don't want to break the moment to run inside. I will if I have to, but—"

"I get a shot," she holds my gaze, "and I'm clean."

I half expected her to give me all the reasons why this would be a mistake, and hooking up shouldn't be so intimate, but instead, she appears to be just as desperate as I am to feel her bare.

"I'm clean too," the fact is I've never been with a woman without a condom. I've never had the desire to take that step, but as I said before, Dani is different.

Gripping her thighs, I pull her closer to the edge of the hood and lean in, pressing myself against her wetness. Instantly my knees weaken, and her lips part.

The heat of her body wrapping so tightly around mine, the slickness as I slide in deeper takes my breath away. How can this not change everything? How can this moment not mean so much more than sex?

Dani's legs grip me tighter as I pull back and then slowly reenter her once more. She closes her eyes, and I grab her hips holding her in place.

I have to look away from her face, focusing on where we are joined instead. Something is shifting inside of me, something I already knew was hidden there, but I've ignored for weeks now.

With each stroke, I feel myself falling apart slowly, my control slipping.

The way her nipples pebble against the silk fabric of her dress and the soft moan that falls from her lips urges me on. Then there is the way she meets me with each push, grinding her pelvis to mine, seeking, even more, it is all too much.

I grip her waist tightly, pushing inside of her hard and fast, chasing what I know we are both so desperate for.

The entire car is shifting beneath her, rocking with the movement of our bodies. It is so erotic, sweat dripping down my chest and soaking into the fabric of my shirt. This is it, and I can't fight it. Dani has changed everything. How can any man not fall for her?

* * *

I've managedto do just what I set out to do. First, I took her in my garage, then the stairway that led up to my room, before I carried her the rest of the way and took her in the hallway outside my room. Four hours after we arrived at my house, I took her for the third time, finally in my bed, and it’s also where she gave in to the exhaustion and fell asleep on her stomach. Her bare ass peeks out from under my dark blue sheets, and one leg hangs off the side of my king-size bed.

I sit in the chair beside my bed, fighting against the urge to wake her up and tell her I can't do casual with her. The fear of losing her is the only thing holding me back.

I'm not even sure what time it is, but I know it's well after midnight. The moon is high, the glow spilling through the windows on the far side of my room. I can't take my eyes off her. She is perfect. Her hair is covering half her face, and if I didn't fear waking her, I'd move it so I could see her fully.

This woman is incredible, and what she's gone through, how she feels like she doesn't deserve anything more than a physical connection alone infuriates me. I want to spend every day showing her what it could feel like to have a real man in her life.

A soft sigh escapes her, and she rolls over, turning face up. I hold my breath, fearing this is the end coming much too soon. But then she stretches out her legs and arms, only to relax once more.

I hurry to move in beside her, craving the feeling of her body against my own. I lay still waiting for the opportunity to wrap my arms around her without waking her, and when she rolls once more, placing her hand on my chest, hoping this doesn’t wake her. But instead, she simply cuddles in close, and a sigh escapes her lips.

I'm dying here, but I'll go through this pain just to have moments like this.