“I hope you’re a little easy,” I joke as I reluctantly set her down on her feet. I adjust myself underneath the lip of the bar top, hoping she doesn’t notice. But she does. She’s looking at me with entertained eyes and lush pink lips.
“I’m not easy at all,” she challenges, which, obviously, I have no problem rising to. I shift my pants again. “Have a bit of an effect on you, do I?”
“No,” I scoff, as I look down the bar at Mac.Wherethe fuck is my drink?“You have a major effect on me, if you haven’t noticed.” I glance back at her.
“I have,” she admits, her cheeks blazing a deep shade of red.
“You know, I can make other parts of your body turn that color,” I rasp in her ear.
“I have no doubt you can after that performance on the dance floor. But who says I’m going to let you anywhere near my parts?”
I love this girl.
“I can be pretty persuasive.”
“You mean perverted.”
“Did I offend you?”
“No,” Alana answers automatically. “I was just kidding.”
“Good. Because I’m not like that. I have respect.”
Alana smiles. A wide, beaming smile that hits me square in the chest. “I believe you.”
“Glad we’re clear.”
“Crystal,” she confirms.
Mac drops two more drinks and two more shots in front of us. I guzzle down my gin and tonic in three slurps, hoping like hell that a quick blast of alcohol will numb the buzzing in my pants. Tough shit for me, it only gets stronger. My body is homed in on Alana’s every move and brush and stroke.I’m in so much trouble here.
I slam a shot and then gesture to Mac for another drink.My hormones need to chill the fuck out.
I reach for the last shot with my eyes glued to Alana’s. “Ready?” I ask, but she reaches out and grabs my wrist before I can lift my hand. “You don’t need alcohol in your mouth to kiss me,” she divulges, forcing my whole body to lock up.
Kiss you? Oh, I want to do so much more than kiss you.
I let go of the shot, and she releases my hand. Her chestnut brown eyes are flaming with apprehension and anticipation.
I know this is my one and only chance; my one chance to execute the perfect kiss, because this girl doesn’t deserve anything less than perfection.
And I want to be just that. Her perfect.
I step in front of her, forcing the small of her back into the bar’s ledge, and press my body flush against hers. She feels so fucking good. Warm and supple, and tortuous and tempting, all at the same time.
I move gradually, drawing out this one moment I want to last forever.
Taking her face in my hands, I inch in slowly. Then I close my eyes and let my senses take over. I press my lips to hers and say goodbye to my heart, because it now belongs to her.
Softly and sweetly I kiss her, tantalizing and teasing her until she opens up and lets me slip my tongue inside her mouth. Leisurely, I flick and roll it, savoring the moment, as I hold her face tightly in my hands. And all I can think about is how I want more. More of her smell, more of her taste, more of her touch. Everything falls silent in the torrid moment, the sound of the music, the hum of the crowd. There’s only her and me, and ash blowing in the wind, because she just burned my entire existence to the ground.
As we separate, I open my eyes to find her breathing hard. Her hands are restraining my forearms, and her eyes are transfixed on mine.
Yeah, I know. That was one mind-bending fucking kiss.
Suddenly, someone slaps me on the back, startling the hell out of me. I turn my head and hear Spiro’s voice rake through my ear, “Pull that shit again, and you’re gone.” My heartbeat terminates. “Tell your buddy too. I’ll have your asses hauled out of here in handcuffs for serving underage drinkers. Got it?” I glance at Mac. The last thing I want is to get him fired. “I get why you did it though.” Spiro leans in closer to me. “She’s fucking hot.” Then he walks away.
I’m pretty sure I just went into cardiac arrest.