Copyright © 2007 Jamie Hill
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She took a breath and exhaled. His intensity intoxicated her. She hadn't been sweet-talked in a long time. But, she wasn't the type of girl to get too friendly on a first date. He'd find that out soon enough. Especially now--she glanced down at her hard plaster cast, an obstacle she wasn't prepared to deal with. Getting romantic with one leg in a cast didn't sound romantic at all.
He ordered lasagna and spaghetti for them. By the end of the meal he was next to her again, sharing bites on his fork, and she didn't mind a bit. Outgoing, charming, and handsome, he got better looking as the night wore on. Several times she re-thought her first-date rules, her mind waffling back and forth as her nerves tingled with anticipation.
They each drank a glass of wine with dessert, so Deidre felt relaxed and happy as Rick led her to his Jeep and helped her in. He glanced over at her and smiled. "I don't want the evening to end."
"Me either."
"It's a nice night. What do you say to a drive?"
"Sounds good."
He nodded and drove for a few minutes until they reached a secluded spot. The stars glittered brightly, the view of the mountains spectacular.
"Wow," she murmured as he parked.
"It's beautiful country up here."
"It certainly is." She settled back into her seat and looked around, enjoying the serenity.
A moment of awkwardness ensued when he reached out to pull her into his arms. "Damned bucket seats," he muttered.
"Damn cast." She looked at him and smiled.
"Forces are conspiring against us. Let's try again." He scooted closer, wrapping his arms around her. His mouth pressed against hers, his lips warm and inviting.
Deidre sank into the kiss, opening her mouth just enough to encourage him. He got the message, his tongue delving deep, batting against hers.
The kiss sent shivers through her body. Caught up in the exhilaration of the moment, she didn't pull away when his hand slipped under her sweater. His fingers massaged her breast, cupping then kneading in a manner that caused sparks to flicker deep in her belly. She vaguely sensed him unfastening her bra. A surreal but wonderful feeling, she leaned back to allow him better access.
Her cell phone rang, and they both jumped. "Ignore it," he murmured, his kisses heating a trail down her neck.
She wanted to. His mouth was moving in a direction she longed for, and it seemed like a rotten time to interrupt. It had to be one of her parents. No one else would call. "I have to get it. It'll just take a second." She reached into her jean pocket for the phone.
"No." He rested his forehead against her shoulder.
She smiled at him, flicking open the phone. "Hi, Mom."
"Deidre! Where are you? It's getting late."
She knew he could hear and rolled her eyes for his benefit. "I told Daddy I was having dinner out. We're still out."
"Are you with that maintenance man?"