She just looks at me, but I know that look. I take her hand and walk faster.
‘Wait.’ We stop and she reaches down to take off her heels. ‘Okay, let’s go.’ She takes off running.
I almost trip trying to keep up with her. We’re both laughing, probably because we’re drunk. I wish I’d skipped the shots. If I had, I’d be sobered up by now.
‘Hold on,’ I say, pulling on Mia’s hand as I stop at my room. ‘This is mine.’
‘Oh!’ She starts laughing again, which makes me laugh.
‘You have the best laugh,’ I say as we go into the room. ‘And beautiful eyes.’ I pull her into my arms. ‘And an amazing smile.’
She looks up at me. ‘I really like you, Jason.’
‘I really like you too.’
‘I never do this.’
‘I don’t either.’
‘But I really want to. I just .?.?. I don’t know.’
‘How about this?’ I slide the straps of her dress down as I kiss the side of her neck. ‘We go slow, and if you decide you want to stop, just tell me.’ I move her hair back and kiss just below her ear. ‘How does that sound?’
‘Perfect,’ she whispers.
Reaching behind her, I lower the zipper on her dress, then gently tug on it until it falls to the floor. She steps out of it and drops the heels she was holding. She’s left in a lacy black bra and matching panties.
‘You look absolutely gorgeous,’ I say, my gaze moving down her body.
‘Thanks,’ she says, glancing away.
I take her hand. ‘If you don’t want to do this, it’s not too late to change your mind.’
Her eyes lift to mine and she smiles. ‘I’m not changing my mind. Are you?’
I answer by wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to hers. Now that we’re finally alone, I can kiss her the way I’ve wantedto all night, a deep passionate kiss that makes it clear how much I want her.
We make our way over to the bed but remain standing. She tugs at my tie, trying to undo it.
‘I got it,’ I say. I yank off my tie, then take off my suit jacket. I start to unbutton my shirt, but Mia stops me.
‘Let me do it.’ She slowly undoes each button as we kiss. When she reaches the last one, I take the shirt off and toss it aside. Mia runs her hands down my chest. ‘You’re in good shape for a teacher.’
I crack a smile. ‘I think you just insulted teachers.’
She laughs. ‘I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean you’re in really good shape.’
‘I play baseball and spend time in the gym.’ I turn her around and kiss her shoulder.
‘What are you doing?’ she whispers.
I unhook her bra and slide it off, then wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me, her back against my chest. As I kiss the side of her neck, I hold her closer and feel her body relax into mine.
She starts circling her hips, pressing her ass against my cock, making it hard as steel, like it’s about to burst through my dress pants. My hand slides up to her breast, caressing it, my thumb rubbing over her nipple.
She softly moans, then whispers my name as she arches back, lifting her face to mine.
I lean down and kiss her as I slide my hand down her stomach, then lower, my fingers slipping under her panties. She’s soaking wet, making my cock throb and pulse, begging to be inside her.
