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attempt to sleep in a more horizontal position, but Tom had long legs and was cramped.
    Tired, uncomfortable, hungry and thirsty, we lay awake for most of the night. The clock on the dashboard said it was two o’clock in the morning. I tossed and turned. Each time I found a relatively comfortable position it quickly became uncomfortable within a matter of minutes. I rolled again and again, making the car creak.
    Tom grumbled sleepily, “Stop moving, darling. You’re rocking the car.”
    “Sorry,” I whispered. “I can’t get comfortable.”
    “Can you feel your legs?” he asked.
    “Yes. Why?”
    “Well you’re one up on me, then.” I heard the smile in his voice.
    I rolled to face him and saw his moon-lit face staring back at me. “I’ll bring the feeling back,” I said, biting down on my bottom lip mischievously.
    “Mmh? How?” he said sleepily.
    I reached my hand over and squeezed his thigh, just below the bulge in his jeans. “I can think of a few ways.”
    Tom chuckled and took my hand in his, bringing it away from his crotch. He pressed his lips to my palm, his warm breath exhaling from his nostrils, against my fingers.
    “Your hands are freezing,” he said. “Do you want my coat as a blanket?”
    His abrupt change of subject had not gone unnoticed by me. I tried, in vain, to steer the conversation back towards the topic of intimacy. “I know a way to keep warm,” I said, tracing my fingertip over his lips.
    “Mmmh.” Tom smiled and thread his fingers through mine so we were holding hands once more.
    Feeling bold, I decided to take some initiative. I sat up and pushed the jacket I was using as a blanket from my body and began to unfasten my jeans.
    “Rose,” said Tom, his tone amused. “Darling, you don’t have to-”
    “You don’t want to?” I pressed, leaning back as I slid the jeans down my legs. I kicked them off and threw them into the back seat.
    “It’s not that,” he chuckled. “There’s just … there’s not enough room.”
    “You just sit back,” I said with a smirk, pulling my t-shirt over my head so I was only in my bra, panties and socks. Goosebumps covered my flesh and I shivered visibly.
    “You’re going to be cold,” Tom protested, sitting up and trying to put my jacket back over me.
    Pushing the jacket out of the way, I leaned forwards and pressed my mouth to Tom’s, kissing him hard, just as I had dur ing our first kiss in this car. Tom’s hands slid to my waist, rather reluctantly, as he returned the kiss. He groaned against my mouth before pulling away and sighing.
    “You make it very difficult for me to think rationally,” he said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
    Truthfully, I felt slightly rejected, but I wouldn’t tell Tom that. He’d only fuss over me.
    “I’m not even trying,” I smiled, leaning in again.
    He kissed me with less reservation this time, enveloping me in his arms and pulling me close. Our lips didn’t part as I crawled into his lap, straddling him. I could already feel the expanding bulge in his trousers, nestled neatly between my thighs.
    Beeeeeeeeep!
    My buttocks pushed against the steering wheel, sounding the horn. We both laughed, but the sudden sound seemed to bring Tom to his senses.
    “Rose,” he said, his expression now solemn. “We can’t.”
    I sat back, frowning. “Why not?”
    “It’s not a good idea.” Tom held me by the hips, his expression apologetic. “We haven’t got any protection.”
    “So? We didn’t last night. You can just stop when-”
    “You and I both know that is reckless. I shouldn’t have even … yesterday morning. It was dangerous.”
    “You wish we hadn’t?”
    Tom shook his head quickly. “God, no. Not at all. I love it – of course I do.”
    Tom and I hadn’t been pr otected that night in the forest all those weeks ago, either. We’d been overcome with lust under the light of the full moon. Animal instinct, as Tom referred to it.
    “Oh,” was all I