I want you, ," I say, my voice hoarse. She presses against my erection, the...

I want you, ," I say, my voice hoarse. She presses against my erection, the pleasure/pain almost unbearable. But when I start to pull her panties down, she stills my hand and pushes it away.
"I…I'm not ready for that. Alex, stop."
I move off her and sit back in the seat, waiting for my body to cool down. I can't look at her as she adjusts her straps, covering her body again. Shit, I went too fast. I told myself not to get too excited, to keep my wits when I'm with this girl. Raking my hand through my hair, I let out a slow breath. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I urged you on and you have every right to be pissed off. Listen, I just got out of a relationship with Colin and I've got a lot of stuff going on at home." She puts her face in her hands. "I'm so confused." She grabs her purse and opens the door.
I follow her, my black shirt open and flying in the wind behind me like a vampire's cape. Either that or the grim reaper's. "Brittany, wait."
"Please…open the door to the garage. I need my car."
"Don't go."
I press the keypad code.
"I'm sorry," she says once more.
"Stop sayin' that. Listen, no matter what happened, I'm not with you just to get into your pants. I got carried away with the way we clicked tonight, your vanilla scent that I wanted to keep inhalin' forever and…shit, I really messed this up, didn't I?"
Brittany climbs inside her car. "Can we take it slow, Alex? This is going way too fast for me."
"Yeah," I say, nodding. I keep my hands in my pockets, resisting the urge to pull her out of the car.
And dammit if Brittany doesn't drive away.