Ro settled back in the rental car enjoying the feel and smell of the leather seats after such a long flight. She shifted her gaze from the passing landscape to Scott, allowing her eyes to roam from his face to his shoulders, to his arms and finally to his hands. .She loved his hands. So strong, so sure. She watched as he deftly handled the car; he drove with imposing skill. A very light touch - no motion wasted as he effortlessly maneuvered them through traffic. The car seemed to glide over the road under his direction. Ro shifted in her seat as she felt a familiar heat spread throughout her lower abdomen as she watched Scott. How could something as simple as his driving a car make her feel this way? Make her want to feel his hands on her, handling her body in the same easy and confident manner.
Ro leisurely studied the man beside her as he shifted gears. God, he was so good looking. His beauty, which some may have consider as bordering on feminine, was utterly masculine, which was reflected in the strength of his shoulders and the muscles of his thighs. But at the same time, there was a definite grace about him. She let her eyes take in his features, those high gorgeous cheek bones, his eyes with their long thick lashes, that luscious mouth and the strong jaw line that completed the almost too pretty features of the man sitting next to her. Yet for all of this Scott was definitely not effeminate, male was written all over him.
She thought about his different personas Cyclops - leader, hero, stoic, fearless, duty and honor bound on the battlefield. Mr. Summers – reserved, a little unsure-of-himself, a guy who wears glasses, a high school teacher. And Scott the man she was getting to know behind closed doors. Sensual, loving, domineering at times, sarcastic, funny, a man made to feel, touch and love. She smiled as she concluded, for the thousandth time, that Scott was a unique man -- guarded, sensual, intelligent, honorable, loyal, and under the well-constructed demeanor, a man who felt deeply.
Ro sighed and shifted in her seat once more. It had been so long since he had made love to her, over a year. The heavy petting sessions they had been indulging in recently just did not count. She wanted to feel the weight of his body on hers, feel his hands on her flesh, know the pleasure of him filling her to the core, to experience the sensation of him bringing her to release once more. No one had brought her body to completion but her own frustrated hands since their last time together. Ro knew it would have been easy for her to find solace in somebody else's arms. A stranger, a friend, or perhaps a past lover. But she hadn't, even when her own sensual nature rebelled against such a long absence, she had known after their first time together that her needs could only be satisfied by him.
She was fed up with taking it slow, of being cautious. Tonight, she just wanted to be a woman, his woman. She wanted to let the world slip away and have him without thinking about tomorrow. She wanted a repeat performance of their first time. Ro made the decision right then and there that she was not sleeping alone tonight.
Scott looked over at Ro as she shifted in her seat. He was actually feeling ashamed of himself; here he was on a recruitment mission for the X-Men and all his mind could think of was his own lustful thoughts and needs. He needed her--needed to bury himself inside her so deep that they could never again be parted. He wanted to hear her moan his name with desire and with no regard to time or space. He needed to feel her tremble beneath him, to come to him with total abandonment. He wanted to kiss her and love her until the connection between them was visible for all to see. He wanted to publicly claim her for his own. To declare to the world that she was his and his alone. He groaned to himself. Why had he ever agreed to take it slow? He didn't want to take it slow he wanted to lose himself in Ro at every opportunity. He imagined he was making love to her, kissing every inch of her divine body, feeling her legs wrap around his back and her hands touch his heated skin, listening to her soft moans and whimpers... The fantasy felt so real, so incredibly, erotically real. Scott grimaced as he felt his pants tighten over his growing erection, it was a feeling he was becoming used to, to his annoyance. He wondered for the millionth time since they had started this trip, how he could convince Ro that taking it slow wasn't really necessary.
Ro let her lingering gaze drift once again, her eyes taking in the growing bulge between his thighs. Smiling she turned in her seat until she was facing Scott, leaning over from the passenger seat she reached out her hand and she gently ran it up his thigh, to the juncture between his legs, allowing her fingers to brush against his straining erection.
Scott felt his breath catch and the muscles in his leg contract as Ro laid her hand on him, the feel of her fingertips caressing him through his pants made Scott's breath hiss out between teeth tightly clamped together. He bit his lip as her fingers danced along his shaft, he could remain silent no longer.
"Ro," he groaned out.
Ro raised her eyes to his. "Yes," she asked as her hand stroked his erection.
Scott grunted at her action. "Please…" His voice broke as Ro tightened her hand and gave him a quick squeeze. Leaning towards him she nipped at his jaw as she continued to work her magic.
"Our appointment with Elizabeth Braddock is not until tomorrow, correct," she asked her voice husky with desire.
Scott forced his thoughts away from Ro and what she was doing. "Yes…" Scott gasps as her hand trails down to cup his sack, "we're free until then."
Ro leans closer and lightly nips at his earlobe before whispering, "Good." Stroking him once more, she slowly takes her hand away and sits back in her seat. Ro gives him a wicked smile. "I think you should hurry and get us to our hotel."
Yes was all he could think about. Yes to her skin, yes to her hands, her body, her scent, her mouth. Scott almost stripped the gears in his haste to get to the hotel.