Kimber Chin

Christie’s warm breath fanned his skin. Would she do it? His heart pounded in anticipation. Dan hadn’t been this nervous since grade school. He hadn’t wanted a woman this badly since secondary school. He was seconds away from pouncing on her. He couldn’t do that. Christie was a woman who liked control. She had to pursue him.

She did. Soft lips swept along his neck. He forced himself to stare straight ahead, out the car windshield. “It works much better if the area is wet.” He made that part up. A groan of satisfaction almost escaped him when she obligingly licked his neck. “Form an ‘o’ with your mouth and make a solid connection with the skin.” That sweet pressure increased. “You have to create a seal.” She grasped onto his shoulders, her breasts brushing against him. “Now suck.” He closed his eyes, trying not to think of that suction around another part of his anatomy. He was unsuccessful. His entire body grew hard. She sucked and sucked and sucked until she finally had to take a breath.

“How did I do?” She sounded snug.

He examined his neck in the rear view mirror. A flame red circle glowed like a beacon. Holy hell, the woman could suck. He’d be bruised for weeks. “Brilliantly.” He grinned as her face glowed with pride. “For a first timer. ” The glow dimmed. “You need more practice, Christie. There are techniques,” he b.s.’ed. He only truly knew of one. “You can’t expect to learn them all in one lesson.”

She tilted her head. “The kids will be back soon.”

“I could drop them off first.” That had been the plan anyway. He wanted to spend more time alone with her.

“You could.” She smiled.

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“Can we stop? I have to go to the loo,” Greta whined from the backseat.

Dan turned to Christie. It was the third request in the past half hour. No one needed to relieve themselves that frequently. The love birds didn’t want to return to their parents. Christie didn’t want to leave Dan so she shrugged.

“This looks to be a good spot.”

Dan appeared in no rush either. He hummed as he pulled into the petrol station. Before the car stopped, the two kids were out the door, holding hands and giggling. Likely gone to the loo to make out. Christie stared out the windshield.

“Bet they come back with hickeys,” Dan voiced her own thoughts.

“Do kids still give hickeys?” They didn’t neck. Or at least use that term for it. They found that out an hour ago when Dan broke up the embarrassing backseat necking session. ‘Necking was for giraffes’ they were told.

“Bloody hell, I hope so.” Dan chuckled, his big hands on the steering wheel. “Or my title means nothing.” At her questioning look, he added, “I was the hickey king of Woodlands Middle School”

Christie stared at him. She couldn’t picture him as a ‘tween. To her, he was all man. “I’ve never given a man a hickey,” she confessed. She’d collected her fair share but had never returned the favor.

“Not one?” He leaned close and she shook her head. “Lucky you’re with the king then.” He winked. “I’ll teach you how.”

“Will you?” She swallowed hard. Heat rose seductively from his body, drawing an answering warmth from her.

“Of course. I’ll also volunteer to be your guinea pig.” He tilted his head, exposing his neck. A vein pulsed there, thick and strong. “I have to warn you though. It will likely take several lessons to perfect your technique.”

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