Hide and Seek

It flayed the inside of my mouth until the only thing in the world I

wanted to do was climb back into that car and finish it before I

exploded at her. Drive to my place. Feel her naked on cool fresh

sheets, damp with sweat.

Her hand moved mine beneath the T-shirt to her naked breasts and belly.

They felt hot to the touch. There was a fragrant woman-smell rising

off her flesh. She moaned softly against my mouth and moved us back

against the Chevy.

"Lift me up."

"You'll ruin the skirt."

It was soft white linen.

"I don't care."

I moved my hands to her thighs and hitched her up onto the low front

hood of the car. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again.

The kiss was furious, amazing, touched with something crazy running

between us like a thin white-hot wire. When it was over we pulled back

and gasped for breath, chests heaving, hearts pounding. Her eyes

glittered as she looked at me.

The rain had begun to come down a little harder.

My face was so flushed I felt we must have been steaming there, the two

of us, boiling mists off the street. I'd never thought it possible to

want a woman this bad. I could feel the ache for her in every bone in

my body, through every inch of skin. And in a way just wanting her

that much was enough, fulfillment of a kind. Had a car come along just

then and plowed us down I'd have died in the rain slick streets a happy

man. Just to have had the moment. That pleasure, that desire.

So I wasn't prepared for the rest.

I saw her eyes glance away from me, over my shoulder to the theater.

The eyes were wide, her face wet and gleaming with rain. Her voice was

a soft, passionate whisper.

"She's watching. She sees us."

"We can go to my place."

"No."

"Please, Casey."

"No."