“Is that right?” Sitting up straight, I turn to face him.
He purses his lips and grins. “Could be, if you play your cards right.”
Rolling my eyes, I laugh. “I don't know where you get your lines from, but this is not the way.”
“No?”
“Um, no.”
“You sure? Because it seems to be working.”
“And what makes you think you even stand a chance with me?”
“Because if I didn't, you wouldn't still be sitting here.” He arches his brows as he takes a step closer. “Am I right?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I suck down the last bit of alcohol from my drink. I look into the empty glass and shake it so the ice clanks against the side.
The man bites his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. He nibbles it gently as he shakes his head up and down. “Another for. . .” He lets his words draw out as he takes the chance to try and steal my name.
“No, no names. Tonight is for reckless fun. Act first, ask questions later.”
Holding up two fingers, he says to the bartender, “Make that two.”
He places a glass in my hand and taps his against mine. “Are you toasting my irresponsible behavior?”
“No,” he says, lowering his face so his lips are almost touching the shell of my ear. “I'm toasting our irresponsible behavior.”
Maybe it's the alcohol talking, or the feeling that tomorrow my life's going to be different, either way, my cuffs are off.
Fuck it. Let it happen, don't push it away. That's why you're here!
Look at Vanessa, she's probably getting laid. You should too!
The devil sits on my shoulder, filling my head with reckless ideas. And I wait for the angel, I give the angel time to swoop down and tell me why this is a bad idea.
But the angel never comes. So, there's only one voice I'm hearing, and it's sounding very persuasive.
His cologne swirls through my senses, electrifying my nerves. I can't stop my eyes from closing, or my head from falling to the side as his lips graze my skin.
“Our. You say it like you already know how the night is going to end,” I grin as I say it, and run my fingers up and down the collar of his jacket. Closing the space between us, I lean into his chest. “I bet you think you're smooth, don't you?”
“Actually, I'm wondering if you're smooth.” His fingers brush the hem of my skirt, slipping underneath, and following my inner thigh up. “You know you still haven't told me your name yet.”
“You're right, I haven't, and I don't plan on it.” Licking my lips, I drop my eyes, and peer up at him under hooded lids. “Does that bother you?” I ask, running a single finger back and forth over his shoulder.
He smiles, watching every move I make. “Not at all, sweetheart, but that goes both ways. If you want my name, I'll only trade it for yours.”
“Lucky for me, I don't want your name.”
He chuckles, twisting to face me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. The move is firm, but not forceful. It's strong, but not rough. It's exactly what I need tonight.
“So,” he says, drawing small circles with his thumb over the small of my back, “what's a girl like you doing here all alone? You realize there are dangerous people in this city that would love to take advantage of a vulnerable woman.”
I smile, titling my head so my lips are almost touching his. “Good thing I'm not vulnerable.” Winking, my grin widens as I press my tits against his body.
I want him to know exactly where my mind is. I don't want him to question what he's doing, or how far he can take it. There isn't a delicate bone in my body right now. I want it, and I want him to give it to me. He has an open invitation to take what he wants, so long as I get mine too.
“You want to dance?” he asks, looking past me onto the dance floor.
He doesn't wait for my answer. The man pulls me into the mass of people, his body rolling and moving in ways I've never seen from a man.
His hips rock, gyrating up as I grind against his thigh. His hands are all over my body. Running down my back, sweeping over my shoulders, tickling up my ribs. He pulls me close, breathing hot air down my neck as he places a delicate kiss on the curve of my jaw.
“Mm,” I moan, the soft coo rolls off my tongue easily.
Twisting, I rub my ass against his growing hard-on as I wrap an arm around his neck. My fingers are in his hair, tugging gently as I shake my ass.
His fingers slip down my sides, tracing the outside of my breasts. He grunts, nipping at my neck as he plants another kiss. My eyes close as I let any reservations about what I'm doing dissolve.
This isn't a night for regrets, it's for pleasure.
Flat hands move up my stomach and over my tits. My nipples are hard, perking with the attention. I feel him shift his hips, pressing his erection against my ass.
Oh wow. . .
I can feel how big he is, how thick, how hard, and I melt instantly. My pussy is seeping, causing my thighs to slip easily back and forth. I'm so fucking wet already, and all we've done is dance.
He nibbles my earlobe as his hands slide back down the way they came, over my chest, grazing my nipples and turning them stiff. “You want to get out of here?” he asks as he licks the shell of my ear. “I've got a hotel room not far from here.”
I don't speak, I coil my fingers into his and nod anxiously. Biting down on my bottom lip, I run a finger down the center of my chest, and over one of my nipples.
I'm definitely charged right now. I want him, he wants me, so why stop here? Sometimes you just have to let go. You need to live in the moment, let it take the lead.
His bold green eyes ignite as he growls, tugging my hand hard and pulling me out of the bar.
“Taxi!” he calls eagerly, flailing his hand, and waving down a cab. He yanks open the back door, guiding me inside first and climbing in behind me. “The Prestige on Mott, please.” The cab jerks forward, pulling out into the busy street.
My mysterious stranger wraps his arm around my neck and starts to play with my hair. He's running it between his fingers, twisting it and letting it bounce free. He lowers his face to my hair and inhales a deep breath.
“You smell incredible,” he says, whispering in my ear.
Scooting myself closer, I pull his free hand over and rest it on my thigh. He massages the muscle, not moving higher, just teasing the very edge of my skirt. My breathing picks up as his fingers inch closer, and closer, until he finally brushes the center of my pussy.
I can't stop the moan that comes out of my mouth. It's throaty, raw, and full of need. He starts to kiss my neck, his lips hot as they sear my skin, leaving tingles in their wake.
From the corner of my eyes, I see the driver watching us in the rear view mirror. Running my hands through my sexy stranger's hair, I pull his ear to my lips. “We have an audience,” I say, plucking his lobe with my teeth.
“Let him watch,” he says back, his words breathy and greedy as his hand moves across my panties and brushes my clit.
My entire body tenses as the sensation spills over my body, wrapping me like a thick blanket. He flicks the tender bud again, and I rock my hips, begging for more. He moves his lips across my shoulder, up my throat, then captures my jaw in his hand.