Me. Too.
“Do you at least know what’s in that?” Alana digs.
“Yes,” I drawl. “Vodka, amaretto, Southern Comfort, triple sec, Sloe gin, and orange juice.”
“All that in one tiny cup?”
“Yup.” I slam a shot. “You want one?”
“And how exactly are you going to pull that off, slick?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not. I just met you.” She laughs.
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She raises an eyebrow, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. As soon as my mouth covers hers, heat spreads rapidly through my body. She’s momentarily stunned; her body rigid. But then she relaxes, parts her lips, and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth. The contact slingshots my nervous system straight into hyperdrive.
I can’t believe I just did that.
I can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the sweet taste of the shot.
We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just gazes up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I will never, ever be able to resist.
“Do you always break the rules?” she questions.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was that crazy?”
“Let’s do it again and find out.”
I lick my lower lip, feeling the sticky remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before I lean down and press my mouth back to hers. She opens, allowing the alcohol to flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, the way she smells. There’s something about her, something ventilating, like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I catch the cool remix of a song I like pumping through the air. “Do you want to dance?”
“You can dance?” Alana plays down sounding surprised.
“There’s only one thing I can do better,” I smirk.
Alana cocks one of her eyebrows suggestively.
“Draw,” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl,” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks.
Once we find an open spot, I start to move to the smooth electronic rhythm, leaving some breathing room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m crowding her. Chris Isaak sings seductively about wanting to fall in love as we move to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing repeatedly, until finally coming together in comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, my thoughts, and my pulse to race.Fuck, I’m saturated in want for this girl.I slide my hands under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
Damn.
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust, and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip as we continue to jive to the slow sensuous music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her.
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.
I moan against her neck as she winds her hips into mine, pressing against my erection. “With you, there might be an exception.” I pull on her thigh, and haul her into my arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around me, then walk off the dance floor toward the bar. “I need a drink. Right now. Or else I’m going to end up fucking you right in the middle of this club.”
Alana giggles. “As if I’d be that easy.”