holding an element of uncertainty that might have given him pause at another time. But he couldn't seem to think of anything beyond his searing need.
He rose above her, his hips sliding between her thighs. In her arms, he'd find a cure for the emptiness that nagged at him. He'd be whole again. At least for tonight.
Kelly's hands settled hesitantly on his shoulders, her eyes wide in the moonlight that spilled in through the open curtains. She bit her lips as she felt him press against her. Suddenly the warning bell returned, clanging through her mind, but it was too late.
Her hands shifted to his chest in an uncertain protest, but the gesture was lost on Dan who didn't recognize it for what it was. With desire pounding in his veins, believing she felt the same, he thrust deep.
Kelly gasped, her nails digging into his chest as pain stabbed through her, shattering the haze of passion that had led her this far. She tried to twist away but there was no escaping the sudden possession of her body.
Her teeth drew blood from her lower lip as he moved above her. The pain had eased but her body felt invaded, stretched, filled in ways she'd never imagined.
Above her, Dan was aware of the sudden rigidity of her body. He struggled to find a reason for it but his body wasn't interested in explanations. She fit him like a glove, all damp heat and soft friction. It had been so long.
Kelly bit back a whimper as she felt him swell within her, his body convulsing over her. There was a long moment when he lay above her, his breath coming in shallow pants. She closed her eyes, praying for this to end, praying that she'd wake up in her own narrow bed to find that this had all been nothing more than a vivid dream.
Dan rolled to the side, aware of her small gasp of discomfort as he withdrew. There was something wrong, something he should remember. His hand came out to catch her arm when she moved to leave the bed.
"Don't." He had to pause to put the words in order. "Don't go." The whiskey he had consumed earlier was suddenly hitting him like a sledgehammer. His speech was slurred, his vision fuzzy. But this was important.
"Need to talk," he managed, trying to fight the fog that seemed to be creeping over his mind.
"Not now," she mumbled, pulling back as far as his grip would allow.
"Later." Yes, they could talk later. In the morning. In the morning he'd be able to remember what it was that was so important. In the morning his brain would make sense of it all. They'd talk then.
Kelly held her breath, her eyes never leaving his face as his drifted shut. The hand on her arm loosened and she slid off the bed as if it were hot coals. Snatching her panties off the floor, she shoved her hair back from her face, trying to remember where her dress was. It was lying in the bedroom doorway and she scurried over to it, jerking it on with shaking hands.
What had she done?
The pleasant alcoholic fog that had made everything seem so right, so inevitable, had been shattered along with her virginity, leaving her nothing to hold between herself and reality.
She'd slept with a man she'd just met. No. Not slept with him. No pleasant little phrases. She'd had sex with him. Nothing more, nothing less. She'd let him pick her up in a bar and bring her back to his apartment like some kind of cheap tramp.
She swallowed back a sob, struggling with the zipper that ran up the back of the dress. The same zipper she'd rejoiced in feeling him slide down.
The straps on the thick, chunky shoes defeated her shaky fingers and she finally just snatched them up, stuffing one in each side pocket of her coat where they bulged awkwardly.
With a last wild look toward the bedroom door, Kelly fled the apartment. The cement steps were icy on her bare feet but she didn't notice the discomfort. She had to get home.
By the time she reached the overgrown driveway that led up to the trailer, she was chilled to the bone. Her feet were numb and she wondered vaguely if her toes were