A/N: Did I mention this story had smut?

6

The only reason Dallas did not move was because she wasn't sure exactly what it was he wanted her to do. He seemed angry again, and she could not figure out why. So she kept herself still, and did not react to the feel of his mouth against hers.

Dallas had a few moments to review her earlier thought, that one night of incredible fucking was a mistake, and she wouldn't want to repeat it, lest he thought she was attached to him. Plus he'd been acting like a complete asshole for most of the day. He was mad, at her, for reasons apparently only he could comprehend.

And by not doing anything, she seemed to piss him off more if that was even possible. She knew something was weird, as soon as she'd seen him after his autograph session. Something in his face or the set of his body, something she couldn't put her finger on. She wondered idly if he were going to throw her some empty promises, or maybe a stumbling, insincere 'let's just be friends' kind of bullshit. That would have been preferable to the strange cold shoulder/angry remark Taker who she'd dealt with that day.

Even funnier was the fact that they did not have a minute alone all day to even try to throw some idiotic feeling-sparing lines at each other. People seemed to be everywhere. And his face when she'd told him she had to downgrade her ticket…she wished she'd thought to take a picture. She was not a performer, so she really could not afford to fly first-class every single time. Or rent cars. Hell, she'd shared a suite the month before with Rachel and Lisa, and even splitting the cost three ways she'd wounded her budget. She didn't live out of her means, because she could barely afford to live in them. Taker had seemed to take offense to the fact that she was not loaded. Nobody was offering her contracts to sell actions figures.

And now he was kissing her. Again. He brought a hand up and cupped her chin, using his thumb to trace circles along her jawbone. After yanking her toward him, he'd slowed down and was being gentle, just barely brushing is mouth over hers. After the night before, Dallas would have thought they'd both be too sore, confused, something…to want to do this again.

Taker bit at Dallas's lower lip and flicked his tongue over it, trying to draw her into it. It felt like a long time before she moved. When she did, it was back. He was so surprised she'd pull away he did not try to keep her closer.

He looked at her, and sensed her hesitating. It was so weird, how he had been angry, now he didn't know what he'd been mad at. Dallas leaned toward him, breaking him out of his thought. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, shocking him by darting her tongue into his mouth without any kind of urging.

Every time he tried to take control of the kiss, she would pull back, or slow down. She dodged his hands and pressed his shoulders, pushing him back against his seat. Dallas followed him, hiking her skirt up, she swung her leg across his legs so she was straddling his lap. Her butt hit the horn and she snickered before reaching down the side of his seat near the door. There was a lever there. She pulled and Taker's seat went back, reclining. That was better. He was almost laying flat. She had just enough room between his seat and door to accommodate her leg. The other she curled onto the seat so she was on one knee.

"You…"

"Shut up." Dallas did not let him talk. In fact, she really did not give a shit what he said. He had once again started something. Fine. She was still young enough to have a healthy sexual appetite, especially if it involved new meat, so to speak. He was going to point out something stupid, or say something stupid, or even offer to stop at any time, and that would piss her off. It was a little too late for him to be wondering what her intentions were.

Taker watched as she ran her hands up his stomach, under his shirt. The feel of her fingertips against his stomach made him suck in a breath. She bent her fingers and raked his chest gently with her fingernails. He couldn't stop the moan that rose in his throat as she shifted and rubbed herself maddeningly against his groin. Damn blue jeans, again, thwarted any sort of real contact and sensation.

He got the feeling that she was not up to any kind of wild, practically tied up, hard fucking after the night before. That was all right. He could do easy too. He reached for her and was surprised again when she knocked his hands away. She slid back as far as she could and fumbled at his belt and button fly for a moment. Taker shifted under her, lifting his hips a little so he could shove his jeans down a few inches. At least enough to release his already hardening cock from the confines.

Dallas pushed him back down into the seat and moved back up. Now her silk panty covered center was against him. He could feel the heat on his shaft, and when he moved he drew in a shaking breath. Semi-firm turned to instant hard-on at that. He put his hands on her legs, and since she didn't smack him away again, he figured that was about all the touching he was going to be allowed to do.

Dallas began to slowly torture him. She braced her hands against his chest and slid against him, rotating her hips. Taker groaned and dug his fingers into her thighs as she rocked back and forth, grinding against him. Dallas grabbed his hands and brought them up to her chest, pressing his palms to her breasts.

She leaned forward, letting him hold some of her weight in his hands, and used her leverage to raise herself a bit. Now she was just barely brushing against him. He arched his back a little, trying to reinforce the contact between them but she dodged that too. She took her own sweet time, lowering herself on him once more. She started that maddening rubbing again, and for a few minutes there was only the sound of harsh panting breath and an occasional moan.

Taker squeezed her breasts rhythmically, frustrated that her shirt and bra were in the way, but not wanting to move his hands just in case she decided he was taking too many liberties. The thought was rather funny. He could probably flip her over and take what he wanted, but then they'd be back to the same place they had started.

So he did as she told him to. Sometimes she just moved his hands, sometimes a soft whisper. It about drove him crazy, not being able to do what he wanted, but he held himself in check.

Dallas finally took pity on him. She shifted, pulling her panties to the side, and rubbed him a little more directly, letting him feel just how ready she was. He groaned and could not help but lift his hips again. She sighed at the feel of him pressed against her. She eased the head of his cock into her slick opening, and held still, drawing out the sensations. She lowered herself slowly, sheathing him bit by bit until their bodies were pressed together.

Taker needed to move. He had thought that on several occasions, but now it was a need rather than a want. Dallas was taking her time again, very slowly rotating her hips. She leaned back, using the steering wheel to brace her back, and reached for one of his hands. She guided his fingers toward her clit, moaning in acceptance when he began stroking her in time to her methodical movements. She began using her inner muscles to squeeze his shaft. Every movement caused a pulling sensation that made his eyes roll. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep his control for much longer. So it was something of a relief to feel her climax, to hear her breathing get faster, and her little moans get higher pitched. It meant he wouldn't be a complete ass for finishing too soon. He barely registered that thought before his release made thinking impossible.

He sat there panting for a moment, trying to slow his heart down. He moaned when Dallas moved, lifting herself and sliding him from her body. She opened his door, letting the cool night air waft in.

Dallas stepped down, mindful not to whack him with her knee when she slid away from him. She closed the door behind her and went around to the back to get a change of clothes from her bag. Taker adjusted his seat and watched her go back toward the restroom as he righted his clothes.

On the plus side, his anger was gone. Not that it had been justified or anything, but he felt better. For now anyway. He was going to have to get a handle on whatever had bugged him. It was Dallas. He already knew she was not like other women. So he should not expect her to act like other women.

He sighed and grabbed the keys. He might as well head up the hill too. Ten minutes later, they were both getting back in the SUV. Dallas had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He missed the skirt. She had nice legs. Taker smirked and put the SUV in gear.

He was surprised when Dallas started laughing. "What?"

"There's a cop. Parked in the corner. I hope he got here while we were in the bathroom." Dallas giggled again, looking out the window. They could barely make out the shadowy form of the state police officer sitting in the driver's seat. She waved. The cop lifted a hand in return. Even Taker had to chuckle at that. He probably wouldn't have noticed a tornado going past the hood of the SUV while Dallas was riding him, so he didn't know or care. The cop let them move on without stopping them, so he guessed he probably hadn't seen anything.

"Sorry I've been such an ass." Taker said, speeding up to join the light traffic on the interstate.

"You? An ass? Never." He didn't have to look to know she was rolling her eyes.

"Yeah. Well." Taker just left it alone. Dallas was going to go back to pretending nothing had happened between them. He was not going to get mad about that. There was absolutely nothing wrong with a casual fling between two people who were mature enough about keeping it private. He should be grateful. Dallas wasn't going to turn into a money-grubbing, fame whore she-beast. He would have to keep that thought in mind.