Waiting For A Girl Like You Part 20

"It's nothing grand."

"If you're there, that's where I want to be."

He chuckled softly and turned his truck around. They rode in silence to his house, the windows rolled down. AJ turned into a long, narrow driveway. They were on the outskirts of Hidden Valley, not many other houses around. Pepper Trees lined the asphalt line, the smell sharp like the cardamom spice. Jennifer craned her neck for a better view of his house. It was a small white square, the stucco peeling in places. AJ turned his truck and his headlights beamed on a three car garage, the third door high enough to accommodate an RV. A garage door slowly rolled up.

"The garage looks brand new."

"It is."

"And much bigger than your house," she laughed. "I think I know where you spend all your time."

He grinned. "Priorities."

The truck pulled in and Jennifer unclicked her seat belt. Antic.i.p.ation was killing her. To be with him. To see his home. To kiss AJ and brush against him. It was easy to just be with him. l.u.s.t hummed hard and fast between them. She'd not deny that. All the parts of them together made her happy. He made her happy.

AJ killed the engine. He left one hand on the steering while like a man with words to say. His profile was solid like him. He stared straight ahead, the muscles in his jaw working.

"AJ?" She scooted closer on the bench seat.

"There's something I've got to say and better to get this out now than later." Crystalline blue eyes pierced her. He swallowed hard. "I know I'm falling for you."

Her inhale was fast and sweet. Euphoria almost lifted her off the seat.

His hand went up, palm out. "Let me finish. I'd rather cut off my left nut than make a mistake with you."

"Oh, AJ," she said, stifling a giggle. "You have a way with words."

"I mean it." He touched her skirt. The silk faille made seductive whispery sounds. "I don't want you giving up your art, your independence...your whatever for me." His voice was forceful. "I don't want you looking back on your life, feeling like I stole from you."

"You won't." They hinted at forever. "I'm not that woman anymore, and neither are you that kind of man. I feel how much you respect me."

Maybe it was too scary to admit it aloud. She was fine with that. She wanted this now with AJ. Forever would take care of itself. And how freeing that was.

AJ's forehead sheened lightly. The night was cool. The windows were down, the garage door was wide open. Crickets sawed notes in open fields beyond his driveway. AJ's usual stoic brand of confidence sweetly faltered as he declared himself. He was forceful and lost all at the same time. It melted her in all the right places.

She cupped his smooth cheeks with both hands. "AJ. It's alright. We'll be good together."

His hand slipped under her skirt hem. "I know." His voice was gruff with l.u.s.t and affection. "Come on. Let's go inside."

"No. Girl's choice. I'm making this call." She settled back against the door, her head resting at the bottom of the open window. She braced her foot on the dashboard, a s.h.i.+ne catching on her black T-strap pump. "We're starting right here, right now."

AJ didn't seem bothered at her bossiness. He kind of liked it judging by the s.e.xy curl of his lips. He stroked her foot from the patent leather covering her toes up the middle strap to the buckle at her ankle.

"Pin up girl shoes." His leisured stroke inched higher up her calf. "Your skin has a certain glow," he said softly as if she might break.

"It's the oil I use."

He grunted, pus.h.i.+ng her skirt over her knee. His eyelids dropped half over smoldering blue eyes. "You're going to let me rub it on you someday."

"I will." She wedged her other leg between AJ and the back of the seat. Her legs were wide open under her skirt. "There's another place that needs a little oil rub."

He pushed the skirt up her thigh. His hands skimmed her knee reverently. The wors.h.i.+p of her knee tormented her. She was getting wet from AJ's proximity, the promise of what would happen. She licked her lips and let the tide wash over her. They'd barely begun. No sense in being impatient. She knew where his hand was headed, and she knew what surprise he had in store.

Her breath went a little faster just thinking about it. "AJ?"

"Yeah." He bent down and kissed the inside of her knee. He got down on his knees on the floor, pus.h.i.+ng the picnic basket onto the driver side. He cramped but in no hurry either.

She liked that he wanted to savor this. "How many times did you listen to my message?"

He nosed her skirt up her thigh, laughing against her skin. "Fifty, sixty times...maybe more."

"Want to record another one?"

Nose deep in her skirt, he froze. AJ pushed up and braced a hand on the seat by her head, smiling from ear to ear. "You are one dirty woman."

"Wait 'til you see what I have for you."

Her b.u.t.t had slid lower on the seat. Head wedged lower against the door and seat back, her body hummed so bad with need, she care how tight the s.p.a.ce was. Car s.e.x got her lax and wound up all at once. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s ached in her tight bra, but another spot ached...harder.

AJ swooped down and captured her mouth. He kissed and kissed and kissed. She tasted beer on his lips. The top of chest brushed hers, the slight pressure maddening. She had to touch his head, feel AJ's buzz cut tickle her palms, a.s.surance he was really here kissing her over and over again. The seat sunk lower as he lodged his midsection between her legs. Her girl parts twitched. Skin under her skirt got balmier.

Forever was now. In AJ's kisses. In his hand rubbing her thigh. The smell of his truck and the summer air. She'd be ninety and she'd never forget this night. And AJ would be with her. They completed each other...forget four days. She knew as he rained down kisses this was it. Him and her. Together.

Her nails sc.r.a.ped his s.h.i.+rt. In between kisses, she said, "This-" Kiss. Kiss. Kiss "-needs to-" Deeper kiss. "-come off." She pushed his shoulder. "AJ."

His eyes were pitch black. AJ's splayed hand on her thigh was possessive. The tide of girl's choice s.e.x was turning.

"Go ahead. Pull it off me."

Laughing, she yanked the s.h.i.+rt up over his head and let it fall behind him. She sc.r.a.ped her fingernails over his shoulders down his pecs to his nipples. AJ's abs flexed and his face tightened.

"f.u.c.k," he breathed the word out slowly. "That feels so good."

The tips of her nails played with the tip of his nipples. Back and forth, up and down, the feather light sc.r.a.pes barely nudged his nipples. "I figured our second rule of dating." The nipple play stopped. "Want to hear it?"

His brows slammed together. "What?" His usual smooth baritone dragged low, rough notes. AJ was a nipple man and he did not like the denied touch.

She gathered her hem with both hands. "Rule number two. We belong together."

His scowl relaxed. He brushed hair out of her face as she bunched black silk faille around her waist.

"Yeah," he said, holding eye contact. "I'm falling hard for you too."

She nipped her bottom lip, shaking her skirts. "I did this for you. It's called a virgin Brazilian bikini wax."

AJ's mouth fell open. "It's called f.u.c.king hot." His eyes flared in big, shocked blue circles. "The whole time tonight...no underwear?"

"Bare a.s.s naked under my skirt." The words she thought he'd say.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "My dirty pin up girl." His thumb grazed her outer l.a.b.i.a. "Is your skin extra sensitive?"

Her b.u.t.t lifted off the seat. "Yes," she breathed the word, clutching the door's arm rest, her eyes closing. Skin tingled, a little fiery and extra sensitive. "In a good way now."

Watching was hot. Super s.e.xy really. But, this was something she wanted to feel. AJ touching her there for the first time.

He swiped two fingers up and down the length of her l.a.b.i.a. Down one side, up the other side. The tease was sumptuous. Decadent, tender. AJ took his time playing with her. Her fingernails dug into the vinyl armrest. Air was cool between her legs. Wetness felt like warm syrup running between her inner lips. She whimpered. AJ's fingers edged the fold of her l.a.b.i.a. One b.u.mp, a slip and he'd touch inside her v.a.g.i.n.a. She was tempted. Her hips badly wanted to wiggle. The scorching, sweet build up got her wetter and wetter.

"You want me to finger you?"

She s.h.i.+vered.

Her lids fluttered open. A fire banked in AJ's eyes, hungry, steady. A wealth of words smoldered in his face. She opened her mouth, tried to talk, but his feather soft strokes muted her. Her other hand grasped her skirt tighter. She humped his patient hand. One jerk of her hips, another. All reflex. Her body was taking over.

"You can't talk can you?" AJ asked, his voice deep and rusty. "My pin up girl. So beautiful." His other hand stroked the side of her head sweetly calming. "Get you s.e.xed up and you can't string two words together."

"Oh." Nodding fast, she turned her face into his forearm. She sucked on his skin, the noises filling the cab.

AJ slowly brushed two fingers inside her v.a.g.i.n.a. "You're slippery."

She moaned and her hips sprung off the seat again. This was merciless teasing. The gradual, agonizing strokes. The sight of AJ between her legs, his broad shoulders, his features fixed, concentrating as if pleasuring her was his only task in the world.

Sultry, addictive bliss trailed wherever he touched. AJ's two fingers circled wider. He wasn't fingering her and he wasn't touching her c.l.i.toris. He kissed her inner thigh and bit softly on her right l.a.b.i.a, gently pulling the skin with his teeth before letting it go. His masculine laugh was possessive. He brushed the two fingers slick with her juices down the vertical strip of hair above her v.a.g.i.n.a's cleft.

"I like this line of hair." He petted it. Kissed it. It was the only hair left after the waxing. His mouth hovered agonizingly close to her open v.a.g.i.n.a. "I'm going to touch your c.l.i.t."

He folded his free hand over hers clutching her skirts and swirled his two wet fingers on her pulsing c.l.i.toris.

"Ahhhh, A...J...." She cried out, her hips shooting up. The touch seared her. Every nerve in her party must've migrated to the happy zone between her legs. The rest of her was numb. All she could do was feel AJ's touch.

She wasn't going to last long enough for AJ to slide his fingers inside her. Her hips started bucking. She screamed. Again. Louder. Her chin jammed into her chest. Her hand came off the seat back to grab AJ's shoulder. She needed contact with him to hold onto his strength.

"Ohhhh, A...J..." she screamed again, tears squeezing out the corners of her eyes.

The o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her, a violent carnal pleasure. Colors burst behind her eyelids. Sweat sheened her skin, the heat and desperate want for AJ to touch her everywhere made her resent her pretty Suzy Perette dress.

AJ's fingers stopped swirling her c.l.i.toris. She opened her eyes to his open-mouthed smile.

"So you're a screamer."

She sniffled, nodding. The darkness couldn't hide the tear streaking down her cheek. First one and another. A tumult of emotions swamped her. Life had changed in a matter of days because she happened to have car troubles in the right place at the right time and she met the right, best man.

AJ rose up on the seat, his face inches from hers. "Are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"No." Jennifer touched his face, treasuring the masculine angles. He was the dearest man and so beautiful. "Please. Hold me."

"Yeah, sure." Carefully he helped her legs to the floor. AJ pulled her into his lap, skirt around her waist, her bare a.s.s resting on his jeans covered thigh.

She nestled into him. Sitting on his lap, AJ holding her, was natural. She belonged with him but it didn't stop the storm of feelings. Letting go with him was freeing. Scary. She shook, letting post o.r.g.a.s.m rapture liquefy inside her. Life wouldn't be the same. She sat on the lap of the man she'd marry some day and she didn't even know his last name, his birthday, or if he wanted kids.

AJ's steady breathing calmed her. He was pretty self-possessed for a man of twenty-eight. And she trusted him. Another fat tear rolled down her cheek, was.h.i.+ng away the past.

"Hey, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He spoke against her head, his deep baritone soothing her.

She smelled his neck, the basic soap that must've cleaned him after a hard day's work still on his skin. No cologne. "I love the way you smell."

"That's what got you crying? My smell?" he joked.

"No. It's you. Being with you." She pulled away to look him in the eyes. "I feel so complete, so full of trust and happiness. It just hit me...how much I want to be with you." She traced the scar under his chin, her hand stroking the square line of his jaw. "When you touched me intimately, I wanted you to keep going, to touch me everywhere...do whatever you want because I know it will be good." Her arms around his shoulders squeezed him. "I'm not making sense am I?"

"You make perfect sense."

She grinned, weak kneed from being well-s.e.xed and loose-limbed and they'd hardly started. "You know what? I don't even know your last name, but I know someday we'll share it."

"It's Lockhart. AJ Lockhart."

"Jennifer Lockhart," she said aloud. "That doesn't freak you out? Me saying that?"

"No. I'm going to ask you to marry me...after you ask me out for a few more dates." AJ's grin was infectious. His buzz cut and hard angles should've made him dangerous, instead AJ was pure boyish charm making her heart thump faster.

"You make me feel so safe and protected." She kissed his shoulder. "The hero who can take on the world for me."

He brushed back hair falling across her eyes. "Compared to the life you've lived, I'm anything but safe. My house is small and I work a long hard work week." He paused and his voice pitched with intention as he vowed, "I will take care of you."

"AJ, you make my body purr and my heart sing. When I'm with you, I feel...like a new woman. I can do anything with you by my side." She shook her head, gazing into his eyes. "Is it crazy to feel this after four days?"

"I don't know....guess we'll have a lifetime to answer that, won't we?"

He tucked her head against his shoulder, letting the storm wash over them. It was one night they'd string with many more, working through life together. She knew it in her bones. So did AJ. Love smashed their safe boundaries, made them take a chance four nights past in the most unlikely of places. Their reward? A life rich in love for each other for decades to come.

"Yeah, AJ," she said against his neck. "We'll take a lifetime with this."

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

Hi, I'm Gina Conkle, writer of Viking and Georgian romance, which makes for interesting characters in my head. With Waiting for a Girl Like You, you can tell I've jumped outside my comfort zone into contemporary romance. I hope you liked it.

I've been a long time romance reader, starting with Disney's princes and princesses. I grew up in southern California and despite all that suns.h.i.+ne, I love books over beaches and stone castles over sand castles. Now I live in Michigan with my favorite alpha male, Brian, and our two sons where I'm known to occasionally garden and cook.

Cheers to you, Reader!.

~Gina.

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