Chapter 3

We wandered into the darkened theater just in time to watch the last of the movie trailers. We picked seats up near the top, where no one was seated. It wasn't a packed house, but there were at least thirty people in attendance. We sat for a few minutes, watching the beginning of the movie. His forearm was on the armrest between us, and I rubbed my forearm against his, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm and into my chest. He leaned away and looked at me, lifting his arm, "May I?"

I made an affirmative noise and he put his arm around the back of my seat. I scooted closer, the shift bringing his arm across my shoulders instead of the back of the seat. I moved the arm rest up out of the way and pressed my shoulder against him. We fit together like puzzle pieces. He squeezed my shoulder a little and I could have sworn he purred in his throat. I was instantly aroused. I spent the next half hour of the movie trying to ignore his proximity and what it was doing to me. I was successful, until he started running his thumb over my upper arm and shoulder absentmindedly. I could feel the searing heat of his touch through my sweater. He started very lightly, then as the movie progressed the pressure increased, letting me know that I wasn't the only one with a mind heading south.

The movie was interesting, but not nearly as interesting as what my mind was conjuring up. Two could play this game. I leaned my head on his shoulder. I thought I heard him inhale deeply into my hair. I had to repress a smile. He squirmed a little in his seat, adjusting himself. I rested my palm on his knee. The movie was at a loud explosion, but I swore I heard him suck in a breath. I squeezed his knee a little then left my hand there. He pulled me a little closer and brushed his lips against my hair. My libido was screaming at me to jump him. I blatantly ignored her and just enjoyed his company and his warmth against me. I inhaled deeply of his scent- a mixture of musk, leather, and something that reminded me of a dark forest. Could he smell any more frickin' manly?!

My libido was torturing me, so I subtly inched my hand a little higher on his leg. I felt his powerful thigh flex beneath my fingers. Encouraged, I went a little higher. He squeezed my shoulders for a moment, as if to warn me. Ignoring it, I rubbed my palm back down his thigh to his knee, and back up again in lazy strokes. He buried his face in my hair and groaned. That slut libido of mine couldn't be satisfied with his thigh, she wanted to get a sneak peek of the main event. I nonchalantly rubbed higher and turned my fingers toward the inside of his thigh, my pinkie just barely brushing the edge of the bulge in his jeans. I heard an mmmff. Cackling like a mad woman internally, I went back again, this time lingering a little before rubbing back down to his knee. I didn't touch the whole thing, but there was a whole lotta bulge to be had. My mouth watered. There was soooo no turning back on this night. I had had too many ridiculous dreams about this man and he was obviously cocked and ready to rock.

"What are you trying to do to me Melody?" He growled. My scalp tingled and my chest tightened. I squeezed his thigh, then folded my hands in my lap. He sighed into my hair. His other hand came up and his index finger rested against my chin, urging me to look up at him. I inched back to do so and we stared at each other in the dark for a moment. He hesitated, giving me time to change my mind. He took too long, so I closed the gap and brushed my lips against his. I pulled away to look at him again, my tongue darting out involuntarily to wet my lips. His gaze held on my mouth, his lips slightly parted. His arm had tightened around me and his other thumb caressed my jaw.

He looked so damn edible in that moment that I grabbed his face with both my hands and kissed him hard. He palmed my cheek as he kissed me back, and his hand that had been on my shoulder tangled in my pony tail. I groaned against his mouth. He took the opportunity to dart his tongue in my mouth. I deepened the kiss and our tongues danced. We finally came up from air a minute later, panting. Good thing we picked a loud action movie…

Not getting enough, we attacked each other again, my arms around his neck, his large palms spread across my back. I tilted my head and drove my tongue deeper. Our tongues danced and hands wandered. Before I knew what my libido was up to, she had scooted herself up into the man's lap to straddle him. I had totally lost control of the reigns and wasn't sure I cared. Zach slid down in his seat a little to accommodate my knees, driving my crotch right atop his. I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and pulled a little with my teeth, making his hips punch forward. I ground myself against him and we continued to kiss sloppily. When we came up for air, I finally came to my senses.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'll be right back." He hummed in affirmation, a shiver visible running through him. I tore myself away from him before I could strip him right there in the movie theater. I took two stairs at a time down the seating to the door, fixing my clothes as I went. I had to slow myself down on my way to the restroom. I locked myself in a stall and leaned against it. I sighed and bit my lip. What the hell was I doing? I stood there, willing my thundering pulse to slow. For something to distract me, I pulled out my phone. I had a text from Henry's daughter, she offered to run the bar tomorrow so I could recover. She used a wink face, eggplant, and laughing to tears emoji. I cursed her out loud and replied with "thnx". I jammed the phone in my pocket.

I had a flash of one of my dreams come to me when I closed my eyes and my body betrayed me, I could feel warmth between my legs. I could practically hear Zach groaning my name as he pumped inro me...

Dammit, was I going to orgasm like a teenager just thinking about him? For goodness sake… I shook myself, used the toilet then stomped to the sinks to wash my hands. I looked at my reflection, startled. My pupils were huge and promised dark things. My mouth was a little swollen from Zach's kiss. Traitor! I called silently and looked away. The sex kitten in the mirror was on a mission that I was afraid I couldn't derail. I dried my hands and took my time heading back to the theater. I took a few deep breaths heading down the hallway and smoothed down my hair and readjusted my pony tail.

I mounted the steps, and about halfway up I could feel his gaze zero in on me. It made me flush. I strode the rest of the way up, then slowly made my way back to my seat. Zach had his arm draped over the back of my seat, leaning back into an almost reclined position. He had crossed one ankle over the other knee, probably to give him more room in his jeans. He looked slightly uncomfortable, but feigned indifference. I smiled to myself and plopped into my seat. Before I could lean back against the seat, his large palm rested on my back and traveled over the length of my spine and back up, making me shiver. I could hear him chuckle darkly, but I didn't make eye contact.

I leaned forward and laid my chin on my arms on the back of the seat in front of me. He continued to rub slowly up and down my back. After a few minutes, he must not have been satisfied with the contact, because on a pass over my low back he slid his hand beneath my sweater and ran his palm over my skin, leaving tendrils of electricity in his wake. I almost bit my arm to stifle a moan. He must have heard me, because he hooked a finger under the back of my bra and snapped it against my skin. I jumped. He laughed quietly, running his hand back down my back and out of my shirt. He tugged on my shirt a little, urging me to sit back. I did, leaning into him. He hooked his arm around my neck. His lips brushed my ear and he whispered, "If this continues I'm not sure I'll still be a gentleman."

His index finger caressed my cheek and traced my jaw. I pinned that hand between my shoulder and cheek and kissed it, causing him to shiver. I looked over and he was trying to concentrate hard on the end of the movie. I leaned close to his hear and whispered back, "maybe that's what I'm after."

He groaned and his grip tightened on me. Just then the credits began and the lights came up. We stared each other down, eyes smoldering. His promised darker desires than my imagination could cook up. He searched my face for any sort of hesitation. I'm sure he found none, because he bit his lip. "What now?" he rasped.

"Your place or mine?" I asked before my courage could leave me. His expression went pained for a moment and his eyes fluttered shut.

When they reopened, he answered, "Yours. You're in control."

I nodded and stood, pulling him up by his hand and leading him from the theater. I led him out to the parking lot. "Phone" I demanded, holding out my hand. He looked startled but obliged me. I swiped the screen and went into his contacts. I added my phone number, then went to the maps app. I plugged in my address and handed it back to him.

"I drive that little black car over there. Keep up."