“Those people are fucking,” she said, waving a hand at the car next to us.

“That’s what people do here.”

“I knew you still wanted me. As soon as I saw you at the bar, I knew you missed all of this. Now, look at you. You’re eyeing me like a prized calf, and I bet you’re hard.”

“I thought you didn’t think I had it in me.”

“You don’t. And besides, we don’t have a condom. And if there’s one thing I definitely know about you it’s that you’ll never fuck without one. Even after ten fucking months of me begging. You know, you’re a real idiot sometimes? A week after you left me I got fucked the right way again. Christ, it had been so long since I felt an actual dick in me.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said, reaching over and stealing one of her cigarettes. “There’s no fucking way.”

“You don’t have to believe me, Mr. Overly Careful.”

“That’s a terrible nickname,” I said, lighting it as I tried to look up her dress.

The truth was I instantly pictured her doing it with some ex-boyfriend or maybe some other asshole. She had begged me. For the whole time we were dating she told me to just put it in her, and I said no every time. And suddenly all I could think about was some jerk-off doing what I never did.

“I like you this way,” she said, sliding her dress up until her white cotton panties were visible. “Keep on looking at me just like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, wondering if I could see the outline of her lips through the fabric. Fuck, did she shave?

“Like you want to fuck me almost as badly as you want to be a good boy. Can’t you just fucking stop thinking sometimes? Like for ten minutes?”

“You’re so hot,” I said throwing my butt out the window and leaning over her. I parted her thighs with my left hand, and she laughed as she stared at me, daring me to do anything. When I slid it up higher, she just opened her legs wider. I stopped before my fingers brushed the elastic and she shook her head as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her dress.

“You miss it,” she said, pulling the fabric open until her breasts reflected moonlight.

“Miss what?” I asked, staring at her like it was the first time. Hell, maybe it was the first time, because if she had looked like this before, then I was a goddamn moron.

“This,” she said, waving a hand over her body. “Too bad you’re such a nice guy.”

“Is that what you think?” I said, moving my hand between her legs until I cupped her pussy over the fabric. I practically climbed on top of her as I leaned in until our mouths were inches apart.

“You’d never,” she said, a slight moan escaping with her words. I put more pressure on her, and she sighed again as I pressed my fingers against her. It was apparent in a second that she was utterly smooth beneath the fabric and I cursed her under my breath.

“You’re wet,” I said, my mouth against her ear. And to prove it I slid my down the front of her underwear until I felt that smooth wet skin I barely remembered. She reached over and began to rub me through my jeans, and it was my turn to moan as her clever fingers traced my cock perfectly.

“You’re fucking hard,” she whispered. “You want me so badly, but you can’t do it. Just say it. Tell me you want me.”

I kissed her without warning. Her lips were full and soft, and she tasted like Parliaments and regret, and my entire body craved her like never before. Her breasts beneath my hands were heaven, and as I kissed her neck, I forgot we had broken up. For ten glorious seconds, I felt her body against mine as I touched her, and it was like nothing had happened…