Runaway Bride

"Well, I thought I'd done seen it all," Dominic West muttered as his headlights illuminated the blond bombshell in the snow white wedding dress, standing at the side of the road, thumb out, fighting a losing battle with the elements, a pair of white diamante studded Louboutins in her free hand.

He pulled over alongside her, and rolled down the passenger window. "It's a storm out there." he stated as his eyes roamed over her body, his throat instantly constricting, his cock instantly getting hard at the thought of her in the dress, him ripping the dress off, letting it fall to the floor.

"No shit. Seriously? I hadn't noticed," said the blond quietly as she slid into the passenger seat seconds after he'd told her to get in. She said nothing, but as he drove, her eyes wandered over him leisurely, taking him in. She wasn't an idiot, she knew who he was. The fact that he'd actually picked her up and gotten her out of the storm had her intrigued beyond all reason.

And then there was the fact that she'd watched his sports TV show every Thursday evening and at night, she fantasized about him when her fiancée was out working, or doing anything other than being with her..

The slow unzipping had him looking over. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice coming out deep, commanding. The sight of a bare back had him shifting in his seat.

"I'm getting the hell out of this dress. And when I get home, I'm burning it," came the reply as the zipper snagged. "Shit. Hey, can you stop a minute and unzip me?" she asked, as she smiled to herself, facing away from him. Maybe if she played her cards right, with the way he was looking at her, practically fucking her with those gorgeous blue eyes, then tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

Hell, it could even get downright interesting.

Dominic raised a brow, and muttered to himself but he pulled over, nonetheless and tugged the zipper. He gulped when he saw the flaming red satin thong peeking beneath the dress. Clearing his throat he enquired quietly, "Better?"

She nodded, smiling ever so carnally. The dim lighting from the radio showed she must have been crying before he picked her up. "You okay?" he asked, leaning in, not sure why he was compelled to do so.

" If you call catching your soon to be husband and your so-called best friend screwing in the coat room at your wedding to said husband okay, then I'm fucking peachy," the runaway bride muttered, leaning in, her lips dangerously close to his.

"Ouch." Dominic said quietly as he raked a hand over his close-cropped hair and said quietly, "It gets better." as his hand shot out, as if it had a mind of its own, and his thumb trailed over her jawbone gently.

" It's looking up as of the past five minutes," muttered his passenger, saying to hell with common sense, to hell with worrying about what he'd think. It wasn't like she'd ever see him again, and frankly, she wanted her present company.

"Oh really?" Dominic muttered, leaning in closer, noticing how the dress was slowly sliding lower and lower.

"Yup, really. I'm sort of a fan of yours." Her reply was muttered as she looked at him, licked her lips leisurely, leaning in, her chest making contact with her rescuer.

"Given the shoes and the dress, I wouldn't have taken you for a sports fan." Dominic muttered, his eyes fixing on hers as he leaned in, his hand going to the corset front of the dress.

She smirked and leaning in against him, pressing her lips lightly to his ear she whispered, "There's a lot about me that'd surprise you, Dominic West. Why don't you stop screwing around and find out?"

Dominic's cock stood at complete attention now and suddenly, all he could think was that he wanted her, right here, right now. He started the car and drove down an old road, finding a spot in the woods and parked, killing the engine and the headlights so they wouldn't be disturbed hopefully.

Then he turned his attentions to the sexy hitchhiker and smiled, licking his lips, as he leaned in and asked, "What do I call you?"