Stormy's POV:

The next few days all seemed to be a blur. The Helping Hands Foundation found Sadie and I a new place to live that was close to my work which was a good thing since I was going to have to save up to get a new car. Was a good thing they found something quickly too because Matt hadn't been joking about all the clothes that he had for me. I was pretty sure that I now owned more clothes that what Walmart could hold. Everything from flowy summer dressed to thick winter sweaters and everything in between was now hanging in the closet of the new house.

But my living arrangements are not the only thing that has changed over the past few days. Things between Matt and I have been moving pretty fast. So fast in fact that I was worried that whatever this was between us was going to burn out just as fast as it started. Which was a bad way to think when you are trying to make a relationship work. But given my track record with men, no one would blame me for wondering when I was going to finally see the flaw that was going to make me realize that this was just in good fun and nothing serious, right?

But even as I had the thoughts, I knew that I was kidding myself. I hadn't found the nerve to talk to Matt about what I was a feeling, but I was damn sure feeling something. And it was unlike anything that I have ever felt before. With Joel, I'd thought that I was in love. But now, the feelings I was feeling for Matt were leaning more towards the kind of love that I witnessed from my parents and the type you see in those cheesy rom com's that everyone loves. And it was a scary thought. Was it possible to fall in love with someone that you have only known for two weeks? Or was I still hung up on him from since he saved my life and that of Sadie's as well?

Whatever it was or wasn't, I needed to figure it out fast. Because Matt would be here in 20 minutes to pick me up for our date. A date that included a hotel room in a neighboring town for the weekend. His promise of taking his time with me replayed in my head for the millionth time since that night in Windy's backyard, wondering if tonight was going to be the night that he made that promise come true. I'd be lying if I said the thought didn't make me wet from anticipation. I mean, that was just natural. Every woman wants a man that will take his time and makes sure that she knows that he isn't a minute man, just out to get his.

Pushing my dirty thoughts to the back of my mind, I slipped on the strapless maxi dress and the borrowed wedge sandals before heading into the living room. Matt hadn't told me where we were going so I hadn't known what to wear. I just hoped the dress wasn't too casual but not too dressy either. Sitting down on the couch, I fidgeted, unable to sit still. I was too nervous about what tonight was going to bring.

Standing up since sitting on the couch and fidgeting was just going to make my dress wrinkled, I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself double shot of tequila to help settle my nerves. I'd just downed the shot with no chaser when I heard a knock at the door that had the liquor threatening to make its way back up. Why was I so nervous? I mean my god, the man has seen naked and literally kissed my ass. So why the hell was I freaking out over a date and a stay at a motel for the weekend. There was literally nothing that we could do in that room that we haven't already done.

Forcing myself to walk towards the door, I took a deep, cleansing breath before I opened it up. Standing there in a white button up, jeans, boots, and his ball cap on his head, he looked good enough to eat. An image of fisting the two sides of his shirt and tugging it open making the button clatter on the floor before peppering his chest with biting kisses popped into my mind. Matt must have been able to read my thoughts -or at least have an idea of the direction they had headed in- because his voice, sounding like hot, sweaty, dirty sex, pulled me from my daydream.

"I know what you're thinking darlin. Believe, I'm thinking the same damn thing." He said. I felt his eyes trail over my body before he started speaking again. "More than you know, I want to act on the feelings I'm feeling but more than anything, I want to give you a night that you deserve. I want to show you that you are worth the whole wining, dining, and sixty-nining that I have planned for tonight." His words rendered me speechless. Never in my life had a man been so blatant about what he wanted from a woman and made it sound so damn sexy. Not that I was a shrinking violet or anything. It was just that sort of talk had never hit any of my hot buttons -until Matt started saying them.

"Y-You ready?" I stammered, making my brain think of anything but his promise of sixty-nine. Which was a whole lot easier said than done when I knew what his togue felt like on the most sensitive part of me.

"If you are." Said Matt. "You have a bag packed?"

"Yeah, its by the couch." I replied. "Let me just grab it and make sure I have everything straight."

"My Mamaw in heaven would make sure God stuck me with a lightening bolt if I let a woman that I was dating carry her own bags." Matt said, slipping past me and into the house as the word dating replaying over and over in my mind. So, is that what we're doing here?

"Yep. I'd say it is." Said Matt, I looked at him confused for a moment until I realized that my thoughts hadn't in my head, that I had said them aloud.

"Matt I-"

"Were dating Stormy. Or at least that's the way I see it." Sai Matt, cutting me off. "I spend all my free time with you and Sadie. You spend yours with me. We're learning something knew about one another every day. If that doesn't label us as dating, then I don't know what does."

"O-okay." I stammered. Damn I'm starting to sound like I have a speech impediment.

"Okay That all you have to say?" asked Matt.

"Well I -"

"I'm just messing with you." He said leaning forwards and placing a kiss on my lips. Even though it was quick kiss, it sent flames though my already overly sensitive system, once more reminding me what was to come when he finally got me alone. Matt must have noticed the direction my thoughts went too because I felt his arm band low around my waist, pulling me to him as I felt his other hand land beneath my chin, tipping my head back. "I can't wait to get you alone either darlin. But, we have the whole weekend so there is no need to rush this. Lets go eat a good meal, chat over dinner about our weeks and see what happened okay?"

"Okay." I whispered, looking up into his blue eyes.

After one more quick kiss, Matt laced his fingers with mine as he grabbed my overnight bag in his free hand and began leading us to his truck. When we reached the passenger side, he released my hand and swung the door open wide. I grabbed the handle to climb my way up inside the cab but was stopped when his voice sounded though the night air.

"Oh no you don't." All at once, my bag was tossed onto the back seat of his truck and his hands landed on my waist. My skin literally burned under his touch. Thoughts of how his hands felt on my bare skin filled my mind, making me act without thinking when my ass hit the seat of his truck. Moving quickly, I placed my hand over the front of his jeans, palming his denim clad cock and slowly sliding my hand over the bulge in his jeans. The hiss that came from his lips spurred me on.

I felt a hand dip beneath the hem of my knee length dress and slowly slide up my leg, heading for the spot of my body that was pulsing with need for him. But just when he was almost there, he stopped abruptly and removed his hand from bare skin. I wanted to scream in frustration. But it was the look in his eyes and the smirk that tore across his face that had all my frustrations simmering down.

"Ever heard of delayed gratification?" he asked.

"Yeah" I said, my voice husky.

"Good. Because I'm going to see just how damn hot and bothered I can get you before you practically combust." Said Matt. "Pretty sure I will have you begging before the night is over."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself." I said, squeezing my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure between them.

"Maybe." He said with a wink as he stepped back so that he could swing the door shut. "I sure am going to have fun trying to prove my point."

His words and the look on his face held the promise of what was to come. Never one to back down from a challenge, I said "Game on" as I walked around the truck. If he wanted to play this game, I was more than willing to play it too. 

***

Since the drive to the restaurant was a little over 45 minutes, it gave me some time to think about what I was going to do to ensure that he was eating out of the palm of my hand by the time desert was served. A few ideas popped into my head, but none of them seemed to be enough. We passed a billboard on the highway advertising a strip club that was up ahead when an evil idea came to mind. All men loved boobs, there was no denying that. In fact, Matt had made it a point to show men time and time again just how much he appreciated the rack that I had. Maybe a night at the strip club would be what got him all hot and bothered. The problem was, I was the jealous type. Not that I was self-conscience about my body or whatever. I just didn't like the fact that the man I was dating would be looking at other women's assets. Plus, there was the little issue of how the hell I would suggest going to a place like that. I mean, I have a pair of boobs. Why would I want to go to a club and watch women gyrate on a pole topless for money when I can watch myself in the mirror do the same thing?

Scratching that idea, I racked my brain for something else that I could do. I still hadn't thought of anything when Matt wheeled his truck into the restaurant's parking lot. For this place to be considered fine dining, the parking lot was awful dark, giving it that vibe that you didn't want to be out here alone. But dark places means I can be naughty and not get caught...

As the devil on my shoulder whispered those words in my ear, a thought popped into my mind. Since the dress I had on was strapless, it would be easy for me to pretend as if I was adjusting the top but instead of making sure it was securely in place, I could push it down and give him a full view of my breasts. Maybe even toy with them a little since I knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to handle it if I did. I knew there was the slight chance that someone would see me if though it was dark, but that only added to the experience. It made me wet just thinking about it.

I waited for Matt to switch off the engine, my heart racing the entire time. I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't a little voice in the back of my head telling me that this was a bad idea, that if I did this, he would think I was some sort of tramp, but I just couldn't help myself. The thought of flashing him excited me. Especially since I knew that it would show him once and for all that I was not one to back down from a challenge and that I was just as competitive as he was.

"I hope this place is okay." Said Matt, his tone questioning. "I didn't ask if you liked Italian."

"Every woman loved pasta, Matt." I said, smiling up at him.

"Good to know." He said with a smile. "Ready?"

"Sure am" I said, my plan to flash him rolling through my mind. The real question was, was he ready for what I was about to do.

I watched as he walked around the hood of the truck so that he could open my door for me, something that I had to admit that I was getting used to. My heart was pounding the entire time. When the door swung open, the night air landed on my skin, making me feel both hot and cold all at once. A shiver ran down my spine, but not because I was cold. Oh no. That was because I couldn't wait to see the look of desire for me in his eyes when I executed my plan. Grabbing my purse off the console, I swung my legs out at the same time as his hands landed on my hips to help me down. Once again, my skin burned under his fingers. When my feet hit the ground, I quickly smoothed my skirt -something that was ridiculous since I was about to flash my top half in the middle of the La Dolce Vita parting lot.

When I lifted my hands to my top half so that I could execute my plan, my hands were shaking, But I couldn't let that stop me. I'd set my mind to doing this, so there was no going back now. As I faked adjusting my top, I felt Matt's eyes on me, burning me. Knowing that I had his full attention, I moved fact, pulling the top of my dress and my strapless bra down at the same time as I cupped each breast in my hands, lifting them and tugging each hard nipple between my index and thumb. The growl that came from him as I toyed with myself was so damn masculine, I thought that the sound alone was going to make me cum right there on the spot. I had a split second to pull my dress back up before I felt his hands land on my hips and his lips slam down over mine in a kiss that was so damn hot, I was seeing stars.

Roughly, he kissed me, pouring everything he was feeling at the moment into it. I felt my lace panties grow wet, past the point of being damp. My nipples felt as if they were about to slit my bra and dress from their hardness. But it was the clenching of my pussy, wanting him filling me so bad that had me once more cupping him though the material of his jeans and stoking the hard as steel length of him. As I stroked him, he thrusted his hips, his body craving what my hand was promising. He wanted this just as much as I did.

Just when I thought he was about to say fuck dinner and take me to the hotel, he broke the kiss and his hands fell away from me. Even though the restaurant was on a busy street, right off the interstate, all I could hear was our paired breathing -labored as it was, it would be hard not to hear it.

"You're not playing fair darlin." he said, clenching his fists in an effort to keep his hands off me.

"Where's the fun in that?" I asked as I dipped a finger into the opening of his button up shirt, grazing the digit lightly over his chest, earing yet another growl before one of his big hands landed on my wrist, halting any movement.

"The fun is that I said I would have you begging for me before the night is over. You just upped the ante darlin. Get ready for me to do the same." His words sent another shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the night air and everything to do with the man that said them.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked curiously.

"Guess you will have to wait and see." He smirked began guiding me towards the door of the restaurant, his hand resting on my back just barely above the curve of my ass. We were just about to pass thought the doors when I felt his hand leave my waist, only to feel it land just below the hem of my dress. I felt his calloused fingers slide up under the hem, grazing the place where my ass meets my legs before going higher. I felt the very heat of his hand near my dripping core before I felt his finger slip into the thin material of my panties. Not going to lie, having his hand so close to where my body literally throbbed for him made it hard to walk. Add in the people around us, and holy hell, I was like a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the clock to hit zero so I could go off. When his finger landed at my entrance and I felt him slowly slip it inside, I took everything in me not to moan in pleasure and to stay up right. If it wasn't for his standing next to me, I was pretty sure I would have fell face first onto the concrete of the restaurant.

But just as quickly as he'd made his move, he removed his finger from my core. Looking up at him, I watched as he placed the finger that had just been inside me into his mouth, sucking my juices from the digit. This time, I was me who was almost ready to say fuck it to dinner. Holy fuck, was there ever a hotter sight that that?