Kissed By A Stranger

Half an hour later, we in his truck on the way to the town that has the mall. It is very kind of him to take me, especially it being so far. Brendan would have never done anything so nice for me. He only cared about his increasingly boring job; that is probably why he was so boring himself.

Tyler is a very good looking man; I think good looking is too subtle; he is as hot as fuck. He has the most incredible brown eyes, a perfectly chiseled jaw; his lips seem soft. You can see his sculpted arms and chest through his tight shirt. He is a perfect specimen of a man.

And, of course, I have stared at him for far too long as he has noticed. "You are looking at me like I am desert."

I shyly look away and look outside the window. "I am not."

"Where are you looking at then?"

“Outside the window."

He chuckles at me, and oh my god, how damn hot that sounds, even his voice seems hotter than before. "Does my lips look like a window?"

"No," I say in a huff as I try to hide the flush of redness. "I am not staring at them; I just had a brief glance."

"And did you like what you glanced at?"

"Yes," I admit without thinking. "I mean, no!"

"Do you wonder what it felt like if you kissed them?"

"Yes," there he does it again, messing with my head. "No! I mean, no!"

"You glad I don't kiss strangers."

Then I do not know what has overcome me, but now there is no barrier; from here on end, the words are just flowing. "I am not a stranger."

"So you do want to kiss them?"

"Stop confusing me." Of course, I want to, even if he lays them against mine for ten seconds.

And just as I think I am not the only one that thinks I am losing my senses. "Your confusing me."

"How?"

"I am not sure if I should or should not kiss you."

"Why don't you?" I eagerly ask in anticipation of his answer.

"The wedding dress, I am not kissing a woman in a wedding dress that I am not marrying."

"I will take it off," god, did I just say that. I don't know this man, but all I can think of is those soft lips taking every inch of me.

And he says the very thing that I was thinking. "Are you that desperate?"

"I told you I know what I want; generally, I always get what I want."

"And what makes you think that you are going to get me?"

"You have not stopped staring at my breasts since we left."

Well, who is the one that is feeling embarrassed, maybe for what seems a second. "What are you wearing underneath that wedding dress?" He asks with a look of hunger in his eyes, like a man that craves this desire just as much as I do, even perhaps a whole lot more.

Without even considering the consequences, I answer. "Corset with lingerie."

Tyler pulls off on the side of the road. He runs around the truck and helps me out of the passenger seat. Frantically he goes about unbuttoning my dress. As it drops to the floor, he closes that final gap between our hesitating lips. Hesitating, not truly, for I really want this with every craving bone in my body. And it is those cravings that make me place my lips gently against his. They feel even better than I imagined. His lips are so damn soft; it feels like a thousand feathers are tickling my lips.

Then ever so soft and sensual, he brushes his lips against mine. He bites and nips and nibbles. As he threatens to slip through my seems, I grab him by the shirt. His passion and hunger grow even greater.

He takes my face between his hands and tangles his fingers in my hair. I go to scrunch my fingers in his hair and pull his lips even closer into mine. This time when he growls, I am right behind him, answering him with my very own moan. I can see his eyes are burning with lust and a deep hunger.

Unable to contain himself anymore, he pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. He slips his tongue through my lips and entwines me into a deeper kiss.

The kiss is growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and him engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss.

We finally break free, panting, and out of breath.

"I think you better put that dress back on," he says, looking somewhat uncomfortable. I know it is not the feeling of being out of place, but the craving has now made way for a far greater desire. There is the lust that is burning like a fire; he is hot and is wanting more.

But yet my insecurities take over. "Why was it that bad?"

"God no, it was fucking amazing."

"What is wrong, then?"

"I might do something we both will regret, though I highly doubt it," he says as he pulls my trembling body into his. And as we melt into one, I feel that he is getting aroused having my body so close to his skin.

He grabs me around my waist and lifts me on the hood of the car. He parts my legs with his waist and moves in closer. I gasp loudly but do not protest. We stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. His eyes are full of curiosity; mine is soft and full of wonder. His lips are shaking as he breathes little, short breaths.

This man is absolutely sinful. I can so easily get lost in him, every inch of him screams perfect. Who knew that perfection could come in such a tight package? If he does not stop me now, then I might just devour him.

Then I hook my legs around his waist and pull him closer. I look at him and cannot help but give him a cheeky smile; the idea that he wants me does spark my arousal. He takes his arms and wraps them around my body. I shift my bum bit by bit forward; I dig my fingers deep into his skin and press myself hard into his pelvis.

“God, Jenna, I don’t know you, but you are driving me crazy. If we don’t leave, then I am going to take you.”