Holidays are Hell

That seemed to cut loose the last of his restraint, because Nick groaned deep in his throat and propelled himself forward, pushing himself out of his seat and forcing her back against her own as he came over her. She felt the leather against her back, then the seat suddenly collapsed beneath her and she found herself flat on her back with Nick on top, his hands roaming her body as his mouth pillaged hers.

Jill gasped and arched as his hands closed on her skin, each claiming a breast, and this time didn't protest when Nick broke their kiss again and moved his mouth away to begin a trail down her neck.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he breathed against her throat as he moved lower. "You don't know how hard it's been not to kiss or touch you all this time."

Jill's answer was to arch and whimper with need as his lips trailed over her collarbone and began to crest the curve of her breast.

"How many times I've sat eating my lunch, thinking how beautiful you are, how much I wanted to touch you and taste you and…" His words died as he reached her breast once more and covered her nipple, sucking it into his warm, wet mouth so that his tongue could swirl around it.

Jill's entire body seemed to tighten up in reaction this time, one hand clawing at his shoulder, the other tugging viciously at his hair, trying to make him kiss her again.

Nick ignored the silent demand this time and simply suckled harder as one hand moved to cover her other breast and tease the nipple there.

Jill opened her mouth to beg him to stop it and kiss her again, then nearly bit off her tongue when she felt his other hand begin sliding up her thigh.

A little alarmed at how out of control she felt and at how quickly this was all going, Jill caught his shoulder and tugged hard, relieved when this time he gave in to her and slid up her body to kiss her.

Jill kissed him back passionately, but wanted more. She wanted him kissing her, suckling at her breast, and she wanted to have him inside her. She wanted it all.

Frustrated by the clothing separating them, Jill began to tug, at his shirt, dragging it out of his jeans with more desperation than finesse. The moment it was loose, she slid her hands under the material and hungrily ran them over his bare flesh, but it wasn't enough. She'd wanted him for so long—forever it seemed now—and need was exploding inside her, making her demanding as her hands slid down to his jeans and began to tug insistently. When the jeans didn't slide down his body, she changed tactics and managed to squirm her hand into the waistband and find him with her fingers.

Nick groaned into her mouth, his hips instinctively thrusting into the caress as she touched him.

"God," he gasped and pressed his mouth to her neck now, one hand sliding down along her hip as he ground against her.

Jill pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran her fingers over him again. In the next moment, Nick had shifted them both to their sides facing each other. He then used one hand to catch her by the back of the neck and pull her face forward for a masterful kiss as his other hand went searching. As his tongue thrust into her, his fingers found the hot wet core of her and began to explore.

Jill cried out into his mouth and bucked against his seeking hand, her own fingers squeezing hard around him. She thought she'd explode any minute, was almost desperate to do so, then laughter hit her ear and startled her back to awareness of where they were.

It had the same effect on Nick and he suddenly stilled too. They pulled slightly apart and stared at each other briefly, then Nick raised his head and peered out the window. When he didn't say anything, she rose up to peer out as well, and bit her lip as she saw a pair of young men coming from the direction of the elevator and starting along the row of cars toward them.

It was enough to have Jill and Nick scrambling. He shifted back into the driver's seat, and picked up the bag to drag out the dress he'd purchased as Jill slid back to the floor, and out of view of the windows. She began to don it without even really looking at it, managing to tug it on and down over her hips in record time.

"Here." Nick leaned down toward her and Jill stilled, unsure what he was doing until he straightened away with the price tag in hand.

Jill's gaze flickered over the tag and she smiled with gratitude, then pushed herself up out of the small floor space and onto the seat, tugging the dress down over her hips and upper legs as she went.

A glance out the window showed the two young men just passing by the SUV, not seeming to even notice them inside. She watched them walk to a car several down from their own, then let a little sigh slip from her lips. Part of her resented the interruption of what she and Nick had been doing, but another part was confused. She'd liked the man for ages and wondered why he'd never made a move, but now things seemed to be moving in high gear. It was a bit overwhelming.