Coming Unbuttoned

Lindsay gulped. What do I do!?! I want this… But I don't want to only be this to him!!! But I need to feel him… "Let's get out of here." She choked out.

He expelled a breath he didn't even know he was holding and shot her a grin. He grabbed her hand and started leading her through the crowd.

Her heart was thumping in her chest. She was still in shock that she'd actually agreed to have sex with Danny Messer. This is totally a dream. I'm going to wake up and laugh because this would never in a thousand years happen. Yeah, that's it. This is a dream. I'm going to wake up… NOW!!!... No, OK…. Well, what about NOW!!! Oh god… This isn't a dream…

He kept a tight grip on her, mostly because he wanted to make sure this was really happened, and keeping his grip tight meant it was.

They were outside within minutes. "My place." He suggested as they made their way to his car. She nodded her agreement, not entirely trusting her voice at this moment.

The car ride was filled with tense, sex filled anticipation. He kept a hand on her knee the whole way there.

They were at his apartment within 15 minutes. Lindsay was surprised at how calm he was. She'd expected him to haul her upstairs and do her against the door.

"Montana? You gettin' out or are do I need to help you?" He questioned, breaking her out of her trance.

"Sorry, sort of distracted." She replied, climbing down, using his offered hand as she put her foot on the ground.

He kept hold of it as they made their way upstairs. "You know Danny, you're awfully calm for… This sort of thing." She started, not entirely sure of where she was going with the statement.

"Why hurry? Not like it's going to be the only time. It's just the first time." He said, the grin on his face was purely wicked.

Ok, so there goes my philosophy on this being a one night stand. She reddened at his words, thankful that it was dark. He led her upstairs and opened the door, allowing her to go in first.

She was a little apprehensive now that she was in his apartment, on his turf. She stood in the hallway, holding her coat, not moving, waiting for something to happen. He came up behind her and placed a hand on her back. "You might try exhaling. It helps. And also, you're blocking the hall." He told her, scooting her forward as he flicked on the lights.

She was surprised. His apartment was fairly tidy, and not just for a man. It was tastefully, yet minimally decorated. She let her eyes roam the room, taking in the decorations and the furniture.

"Danny, you did a great job with the place." She told him, turning to face him, nearly jumping out of her skin when she realized he was right behind her.

"Yeah yeah, the apartment's great. That's not what I want to talk about. Actually, I don't really want to talk at all." His voice low and gravely, his accent even thicker.

She gulped as she felt him pull her purse from her hands and drop it to the ground with a thud. Next, he ran his hands up her arms, coming to rest on her shoulders, at her neck, at the opening of her coat. He slid his hands under her coat, so they were sitting on her shoulders and swiftly slid the coat off her body. "Much better." He muttered, his gaze appreciative of the sight in front of him.

She didn't even have time to respond because he'd wrapped his hands around her waist, his fingers splaying across her hips, and pulled her flush against him. She managed to get out a squeak before he pressed his lips to hers.

She let go, gave in, relinquished power, whatever the hell you wanted to call it, that very second. Her whole body collectively sighed in relief at the feel of his mouth on hers.

His tongue ran along her lips, his teeth lightly nipping at her soft mouth, asking to enter. She parted her lips slightly and their tongues met, eliciting a slight moan from Danny, which only served to send shivers up her spine, which only caused Danny to press himself even harder against her.

She felt him smile against her lips as her hands fumbled with the buttons on his coat, finally pushing it open and running her hands up and down his chest, alternating clenching and unclenching her fingers.

His own fingers began to make the journey north, a stray finger occasionally grazing a small stretch of skin, slowly driving her insane. He finally started to pick at her buttons, but it became obvious he was in no rush, as his moves were lazy and slow.

His mouth moved to her neck, nipping at the soft skin by her pulse, giving himself a silent pat on the back when it quickened under his lips.

At last, he'd finished unbuttoning her sweater, leaving her in just her black bra.

He pulled away to admire his handiwork. "Well well well… Never thought I'd get to see this." He muttered, his fingers tracing nonexistent patterns on her back and stomach.

"What?" She all but panted out, refusing to give in to the fact that she was seconds away from demanding he demoralize her from head to toe… twice.

"Montana… unbuttoned." He smirked before grabbing her hand and leading her down the hall.

MORE TO COME…..!!!! (MORE DL SEXINESS, I SWEAR)

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