He grabbed her hand and ran.
The rain poured out of the sky like sheets coating them instantly in its moisture. Their clothing clung to their every contour. He pressed the key fob to unlock the vehicle. They stopped at the passenger door, breathing hard from their exertion and he turned at the sound of her laughter. Her palm faced the heavens as the rain danced off her hand in tune to her musical happiness.
She was soaked through. Her hair slicked to her scalp. Her clothing hugged her curves so she may have been standing before him naked. He pulled her to him--hard. Her eyes blinked the beads of rain away and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. His arousal spiked when her tongue answered his call, opening her mouth to his exploration.
His hands cupped her cheeks. He pulled away, only a fraction, to kiss the drops of water from her eyelashes. “This rain’s crazy,” he said, turning from her to open the car door. “Here. Get in.”
He rounded the vehicle to the other side, opened the drivers door, and slid behind the wheel. The keys rattled in his fingers but he did not insert any in the ignition. Instead, he glanced over at her, hungry to get her home. He watched as she bounced up on her knees, her skirt clouded around her. She pushed the slick hair back from her face before she leaned towards him, curling her palms around his shoulders, pushing his jacket down his arms.
While he shimmied out of his sleeves, her lips, always so lush and soft claimed his. Her fingers moving to twine in his hair holding him to her assault. “Ahh, you taste so good,” she moaned, as her hand slid down to fist in his shirt fumbling with his buttons. “I need to feel you.”
He needed no more encouragement. His hand grabbed her backside as he helped her wrap one leg around his waist and rolled with her onto the passenger bucket seat. Reaching down between the seat and the door, she released the mechanism to causing the chair to fall back with a bang and a thump. Her shocked squeal delighted him and lifted his head to laugh, noting how her eyes were so dark and consuming in the dim light. The glass was fogged cocooning them in their own passionate bubble.
Pausing, with deliberate intent, he kissed her softly. “Yum. You are delicious in more ways than one.”