“You’re leaving tomorrow, Colt. I don’t know when I’ll see you again… no, if I will see you again. So let’s make the most of tonight and get pissed together, okay?” I ask, and he frowns, creases his brows, then nods.My father would be so proud of me talking like this—NOT!
“Okay, hand me another shot,” he requests, and I smile while pouring another.
Two bottles of Jack later and a few beers in between for the four of us, and I don’t even know if I’m seeing straight, let alone thinking straight.
Colt drags me out to the dance floor again for another sexy dance. His hips grind into me as we move together in unison, and he rests his forehead against mine. The alcohol on his breath lingers in the air between us, so I am sure he can also smell it from me too.
“Colt.”
“Mmm…”
“I seriously need to pee,” I blurt out, obviously because I don’t have a brain-to-mouth filter in my drunken state.
He laughs, unwraps his arms from around my waist, and takes hold of my hand. We stumble together in the early hours of the morning toward the bathroom. I guess if it’s anything like what I have been told, there will be a line for the ladies’ room, even in VIP. It’s mainly Slayettes, so Colt and I wait in the hallway. I’m a little dizzy and stumble on the spot, so Colt takes hold of me, pushing me against the wall with his body, holding me upright.
“Sorry, can’t stand still. I’msooofucking drunk. I can’t hold us both up unless we’re against the wall,” Colt admits, chuckling.
“I don’t mind being the meat in this sandwich between you and the wall,” I reply, then giggle, followed by an incredibly unladylike hiccup.
Did I, Deliah Norman, say that?
He laughs again. The heat of his body against mine is doing crazy things to my libido right now. I figure this is the last time I’m going to see the rock god, Colter Slade, so I decide to go for it.
“So, remember how you said we would…finish that later? Well, I think it’s late enough, don’t you?”
He rests his forehead on mine. Our lips are so close but not yet touching.
“What are you asking me, Dee?” He smirks widely.
“Just kiss me, already,” I reply, and he doesn’t hesitate.
He leans forward, and in an instant, his soft lips are on mine, devouring me. Passion ignites within me like I have never felt, and I wrap my arms around his neck while his entire body pushes against mine. Even though I’m drunk out of my mind, I’m still sure this is thebest kissI’ve ever had. I let out a slight moan, and his tongue enters my mouth. It caresses mine softly but with urgency. Colt moves his hand to the back of my head, grabs a handful of hair, and holds me to him forcefully. When I move my hand down to his bicep, he takes hold of my wrist,pinning it above my head with a force that makes me whimper against his mouth.
This is scorching hot!
Colt’s hips meet mine as he grinds his erection, pressing it firmly into me, which causes a giggle to slip from my lips against his.
“Did you just giggle while I’m kissing you?” he murmurs through soft kisses to my lips. I giggle again. “Seriously, that does nothing for a man’s ego, Dee,” he says, grinding into me again.
I burst out laughing, and he pulls back, looking at me, creasing his eyebrows. I point down to his pants, where hisvery bigerection is clearly making itself known. He smirks and grinds into me again, this time a little more aggressively, then moves his lips to mine vigorously, his fingers sliding up around my neck, and gripping, possessively. I whimper slightly, his kisses so strong and seductive that I almost climax. My breaths are heavy as his tongue finds mine again.
We’re up against the wall, making out like horny teenagers, when I hear someone clearing their throat.
Colt groans but pulls away, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to dull the throbbing ache at the loss of his gorgeous lips.
“What?” he asks, short and sharp.
And we both turn to see Jessi standing, watching us.
I nuzzle into Colt’s shoulder, hiding my embarrassment for letting myself go like that. Public displays of affection have never been something I was up for, but I couldn’t help myself. Colt has some sort of superpower magnetism that pulls me to him, and all rational thoughts have departed the station.
“We’re leaving. C’mon, we have to get back to the hotel. Our jet takes off early in the morning,” Jessi states, taking Colt bythe hand and pulling him away from me. She walks off with a stumbling Colt, leaving me bereft in the hallway.
Colt looks back and calls out my name, so I walk casually behind him and Jessi, trying to act like I’m unbothered, but deep down, the familiar sense of dread is making itself known.
We walk outside, and the cool night air hits me like a polar storm. Suddenly, I’m freezing, the chilled air reminding me how much Ireallyneed to pee. Hopefully, it’s not far to the hotel.
I’m the last to get into the stretch Hummer and notice that Jessi and Colt are sitting at the other end. He looks at me and smiles as I shuffle next to Anna and Johnny. Then the car door shuts, and we’re on our way back to the Rutherford Regent.
