Melting point by Rakhibul hasan CPSI (my reading book .txt) 📖

and squeezed.

He inhaled swiftly and glanced down at her hand. The red nails still lingered lightly on his thigh. Lifting his head he met her gaze. She held his for a moment, before a small amount of color filled her cheeks.

She cleared her throat, pulled her hand back and looked out the window. “Oh how pretty. I love the lights downtown this time of year.”

He followed her gaze to where they were passing Westlake Center. The holiday

 

carousal was running and the buildings were all shiny with lights. The Macy’s star practically a beacon for the shoppers to flock to. It was a sight he’d never tired of.

“You don’t have to drive me,” she finally said softly. “I was messing with you, because I hate driving in this kind of weather.”

He didn’t answer right away. He had every right to drop her butt off at her house and head back home. Driving to Peppertown this time of night—in a potential snowstorm— was absolutely nuts.

But he hadn’t pulled over to the side of the road on a whim. No. The minute he’d recognized her stepping out of the shop, he’d made an instant decision. He’d spent months hoping to see her again. This was his chance, and the hell if he was going to blow it.

Besides, when was the last time he’d gone to a holiday party? Hell, hadn’t he worked the last few years on all the days leading up to Christmas? Not to mention that homemade eggnog sounded pretty damn good.

“I’ll drive you.”

“Really? You’re serious?” She laughed, her eyes widening. “Absolutely. Wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

 

“Do you even have chains for the tires?”

“Yeah. I’m a big skier. Go up to the pass on the weekends. Well, when I’m not working.”

She bit her lip, and the innocent gesture was so sexy he almost groaned. “If we go we’ll have to spend the night, though.”

“I always did like a slumber party.”

Her smile grew. “I like you, Tony. You’re spontaneous.” Hardly. His lips twitched.

 

Heather settled back in the soft seats of the Town Car and let the heat blow over her body. She turned her head and watched the snow batter down on the last minute shoppers outside.

 

The music had changed again, and now It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year was being drilled into her head. As if she hadn’t heard that one quite enough at work.

 

Still, she found herself humming along silently in her head. And she could almost admit she enjoyed the holiday songs. Come December 26th that stuff had to go. But before hand… she kind of liked it.

“So, have you finished your shopping?” she asked, trying to make conversation. “I don’t shop.”

“You don’t? Not even for your family?”

“My parents are dead, and I have no brothers or sisters. Just distant relatives that, well, keep their distance.” His mouth tightened as he said it matter-of-factly.

Her stomach clenched in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. My parents passed years ago when I was in college. Their boat sank in a pretty bad storm.” He glanced over at her. “And hey, I’m sorry too. About Barry. I heard what happened through the grapevine.”

Right, like that wasn’t embarrassing.

Heather grimaced and dealt with her humiliation in the usual way. Blunt humor. “Don’t be. The sex was terrible.”

 

Not like it was a lie. It had been. He choked on a laugh. “Was it?”

 

“Oh just horrible.” She grimaced. “The man couldn’t give a woman an orgasm even if he’d been reading a manual. He’d poke a finger at my clit like it was some kind of bug in the dirt. Poke. Poke. What is this? Oh wait, let’s touch my penis instead.”

 

Tony laughed harder. A hint of red stole up his neck. “You’re not serious.”

“Completely. He sucked.” She bit her lip. Not caring that she was about to get even more brazen. “What is it? Does your penis have a short attention span as well?”

 

He turned to look at her again, the humor leaving his gaze. In its place lay a smoldering intensity that had butterflies taking up residence in her belly.

“Barry and I are nothing alike—I can’t even stand the guy. Besides, my penis has a great attention span.” He paused a beat, his mouth curving into a predatory smile. “Maybe you’d care to find out some time?”

Her heart tripped and she ran her tongue across her lips. “Maybe I would.”

His nostrils flared and the desire in his eyes deepened until she jerked her head away, suddenly flushed.

Tony must’ve hit the gas pedal harder, because the car shot forward, smoothly passing the other cars on the interstate. A few minutes later they turned onto I90 and were speeding toward the entrance to the mountain pass.

Heather shifted in her seat. Her mind swam with images of going to bed with Tony. Of him kissing her breasts. Going down on her. Moving inside her… . Stop it! You are not considering this!

God! How hot was it in here? She groaned and jerked off her coat, tossing it in the backseat. Her skin, bare to the warm heated car, tingled when she felt him look at her again.

“I like that dress. Red is a great color on you.” “Thank you.”

Unwittingly, her gaze turned to his again. The expression in his eyes was even hotter now. He wanted her. Without a doubt.

She swallowed hard and licked her lips, looking away.

The car started the incline into the mountains and she bit back a sigh.

Snow was coming down so hard it was almost impossible to see out the window. Her frustration grew to concern as the cars in front of them slowed, taillights flashing red in the blinding white.

“What’s going on?” She squinted to see the trees beyond the white.

“Not sure.” A moment later he had to completely stop the car. “Hmm. I wonder what’s up. Let’s check the radio.”

He reached out and turned the stereo to an AM station. It took a few minutes wading through the news before the traffic update came on. And then they heard it. The report confirmed the niggling suspicion that had begun to take root in her head.

 

“The pass is closed?” he muttered, turning it back to the Christmas station.

“For now, but like they said, they’re hoping it’ll be clear and re-opened in the next hour or so.”

“Damn. So we just wait here?” “I guess.” She bit her lip.

 

The music changed again and she almost laughed. What the hell? It was like he’d laid down the soundtrack for this drive. Mariah Carey singing All I Want For Christmas Is You.

 

And heaven help her but she did want him. Her body was practically screaming “Yes, get some!” Her breasts had grown heavier under his perusal. There was an ache between her legs that refused to go away, which didn’t ease no matter how much she shifted.

 

But sleeping with him would be absolutely crazy, right?

Then again, when was the last time she’d done something crazy? Well, besides the moment she chose to get in the car with him.

Her gaze darted to the exit up ahead and her pulse quickened with the really bad idea that was forming.

“Or maybe we don’t have to wait here so to speak.” The words were out, and she wouldn’t take them back.

“Oh?” He turned to look at her, lifting an eyebrow. “What are you thinking?”

She stared straight ahead. Her heart thudding in her chest. “You could drive on the shoulder and get off at that exit.”

“Not much there. Just some back roads.”

She licked her lips. She was nuts. Absolutely crazy. But it was Christmas. And Mariah Carey was telling her to get some. In cheesy bubble gum pop fashion.

 

And right now, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to touch Tony. To be touched in return.

“Yeah… kind of private,” she murmured, and turned to meet his gaze, hoping everything she was suggesting was blatantly portrayed in her eyes. She was a bit out of practice with this seduction thing.

“Oh. Oh!” He drew in an unsteady breath and his gaze swept to her cleavage. “Private sounds pretty damn nice.”

And then he jerked the wheel to the right, spinning the tires as he pulled onto the shoulder and passed everyone to get off at the exit.

The snow fell heavier here and was deep on the road. His tires spun a bit and she gripped the door, shifting in her seat, hoping it would ease the ache between her legs. It didn’t. Not in the least.

She looked over at Tony again, shifted her gaze toward his lap and moaned. God, he was already erect and pressing against his pants. And it looked like he hadn’t been kidding about being way bigger than six inches.

Tony turned onto a small road, drove about twelve feet and then shut off the engine. The music kept playing though and he made no move to turn it off.

“It’s going to get cold,” she warned softly.

“You should know better.” He unfastened his seatbelt and moved his seat back. “It’s about to get very hot.”

A charge of excitement rushed through her blood and she swallowed, feeling dampness in her panties now.

“You don’t happen to have condoms do you?” she asked.

“I’ve got at least one in the glove compartment. Come here.” He reached for her, pulling her out of her seat and sideways onto his lap. He plucked the Santa hat off her head and tossed it into the backseat. “I have to say I think we’re both a little bit crazy.”

 

She let out a throaty laugh. “I was just thinking the same thing.” She dipped a finger

 

past the collar of his shirt, tracing the hard ridge of his chest. “But I’m game if you are.” “Oh, I’m game.” He let out a soft growl and captured her finger, raising it to his

 

mouth. His tongue flicked out over the tip, before he caught it between his teeth.

He slid a hand between them and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing the flesh and flicking over the nipple.

Heather groaned, the heat spreading like wildfire through her body.

 

The song changed again to a familiar, sexy one. Baby, it’s cold outside…

 

It might be snowing buckets, but Tony was right. It was definitely going to stay hot in here.

He kissed her neck and worked his hand down the front of her dress and into her bra. Her whole body arched when his palm cupped her bare flesh.

“Tony,” she whispered, squirming on his lap.

“I know, baby.” His cock ground into her hip, his breath heating her neck in soft little bursts. “Hell, I have to warn you, though. I haven’t done this in a car in a long time. I think high school.”

“Ditto.” She let out a breathy laugh. “We’ll just have to help each other through it.” “I can do that.” Her dress had ridden up around her thighs, and when his hand moved

 

between her legs she let them fall apart.

“So soft,” he muttered and slid his hand higher. A moment later his fingers brushed the soaked crotch of her panties. “So wet.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Yeah, well, you have only yourself to blame. Well, that and my own dirty thoughts.”

“Is that so?” He grinned and pulled her panties to the side. He brushed a finger against the slit of her sex and she inhaled sharply. “And what about my dirty thoughts?”

 

Her lashes fluttered as pleasure zinged through her. “I completely encourage them.” Tony traced his finger over her mound, but didn’t go inside. She wanted his fingers

 

inside her, though. Now.

He nuzzled her neck again and kissed her jaw, then moved inward.

The first brush of his lips against hers was so sweet. Tender, even. The next second, his mouth grew harder, his tongue slipping inside hers to explore. His finger finally pressed inside her body and she groaned, her muscles clenching around the sensual intrusion.

He added a second finger, pushing deep. “You feel so good.”

Heather gripped his suit edge and pressed down against his hand, her tongue still moving in a slow tease against his. The pleasure sat low in her belly and spread. Through every inch