Fools in Love(7)
Author: J. Sterling
“It’s empty,” she said as she held it open for me.
I walked through it, realizing that it was a private restroom instead of one with multiple stalls, and closed and locked the door behind me before looking in the mirror.
What in the hell?
My face looked like I’d made out with a crayon. A really fucking bright crayon.
Reaching for a paper towel, I doused it with water and scrubbed at my face in vain. The bright color still remained in my facial hair and on my skin. Was I going to look like this forever?
Opening the door slowly, I peered outside to where April was standing guard. She saw me instantly and started shaking her head.
“Let me help,” she demanded before pushing her way inside. “Figures that bitch would wear long-lasting lipstick,” she said under her breath.
I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but I was thankful that she—hopefully—knew how to get it off my face.
“Am I stuck like this?” I asked as she reached into her clutch and pulled out a tiny spray bottle.
Without saying a word, she soaked a paper towel and stepped toward me, her body so close to mine that my dick was aware of her nearness.
“I’m going to touch you now,” she warned, her voice a little heady.
I inhaled as my dick grew harder. She was truly beautiful, and I’d been an asshole to pretend like she wasn’t.
I watched as her hand moved toward my jaw, and she started to rub at my skin gently. My eyes closed as a foreign sensation coursed through my veins. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked, misreading my body language completely.
“Not at all,” I said as I covered her hand with my own, suddenly desperate to touch her. It was like I was seeing her for the first time.
Her eyes shot straight to mine with the contact, pinning me there. “Robbie.” My name was an exhale, a request, a plea.
“April,” I breathed out in equal measure.
“It’s coming off,” she said, and I hoped she meant her dress, but I wanted to smack myself when I realized she was talking about the lipstick.
She held up a pink paper towel, and when I glanced in the mirror, I saw that whatever was in her little bottle had done the trick.
“Thank you,” I said, not moving my hand from hers.
When she tried to pull it away, I refused to let it go, and she kept it there.
This wasn’t at all how I’d thought the night would turn out—getting overly excited about touching a girl’s hand in some random restroom—but I wasn’t complaining.
Hell, I wanted more.
IN A RESTROOM?!
APRIL
Robbie was currently looking at me like I’d never been looked at before. His green eyes were practically glowing with desire. His mouth salivating. His dick still hard.
Yeah, I’d noticed the second it joined the party in the restroom. His hand was still covering mine, and even though I’d pretended to want to move it just moments before, I hadn’t wanted to. Not really. Holding his jaw between my fingers was erotic. I didn’t know how something so seemingly insignificant could elicit so much pleasure from my senses, but it did.
It had.
It still was.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Robbie said.
Before I could catch my next breath, his lips were on mine, his tongue sweeping across my lower lip in slow, delectable licks.
Oh good Lord in heaven, this man almost made my knees give out. His lips were soft and tasted like the facial mist I’d used to remove the lipstick stains. But even that didn’t make me want to stop. He reached for my ass, his arms wrapping around me, and he lifted my body into the air and sat me on top of a piece of ornate furniture that, for whatever reason, was in this restroom.
I wanted to wrap my legs around him, but my dress was too long and too tight, and the only way to do that would be to push it all the way up to my goodies to get it out of the way. I wasn’t ready for that. Unless he kept kissing me the way that he was. I might shred the damn thing into pieces just to get out of it. We were both adults. Sex didn’t always have to equal life-altering moments and consequences.
One hand was at my neck, the other one on my thigh. I reached for his back, the muscles rippling against my fingertips as I pulled at his body. I wanted him nearer to me—nothing seemed close enough. I reached for his shirt, which was tucked into his pants, and started to pull at it when a hard knock on the door forced my heart to leap into my throat.
My hands dropped. His hands followed suit. Our lips parted. And he jumped about three feet away from me in that moment, turning his back to me as well.
“Hello? Is anyone in there, or do I need to have the door opened?” a voice asked.
Robbie cleared his throat loud enough for the person to hear.
“I’ll be right out,” he said, and the woman seemed satisfied with his response because she said nothing else.
When Robbie turned to face me again, the old him had returned. The one who didn’t want to be here, who wasn’t happy to see me and couldn’t wait to get away. I could see it in his eyes. Shortly after the lipstick fiasco, when he had needed my help and was vulnerable, they had softened when he looked at me. But now, they were cold again.
He went to work, making himself presentable and attempting to tame the beast in his pants that anyone with eyes could spot from a mile away. I hopped off the piece of furniture I’d been sitting on and smoothed my dress, pulling it down before focusing on my makeup and hair in the mirror. Both looked like I’d just been screwed in a restroom.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Robbie said, and it was like throwing a bucket of ice water all over my naked body.
“Me neither,” I agreed even though I didn’t agree. Not one single bit. But I refused to feel stupider than he was already making me feel.
“Guess I’ll be in touch. Or something.” He reached for the handle and pulled open the door right as someone walked in.
“Oh dear,” she said before giving me a grin. “Oh dear!” she repeated, her tone like a verbal high five.
I couldn’t believe I had been about to have sex with that asshole in a freaking restroom.