Her head floated. And an extreme sexual hunger consumed her like fire. Her clit and her pussy throbbed to the beat of her heart, swollen and sensitive. Wetness slipped along her folds. She was intensely, wickedly, insanely turned on as she followed Nathan toward the front of the bus, his bags over one shoulder, his free hand wrapped around hers in a way that made her feel safe when she knew very well she shouldn’t. “Thanks,” he told the driver, pulling a few folded bills from his pocket for the woman. “Have a good night.” “You too, now.” Nathan moved down the stairs, then turned and gripped Rachel’s waist to help her off the van, setting her gently on the ground. All they were going to do was get in the room and fuck, yet she couldn’t remember the last time a man had done something so simple and thoughtful for her. Then again, the alcohol was definitely hitting, and her memory might be a tad…selective.
