Something in the back of my mind was pulling me back. Like some unseen force yanking on my collar, feet digging for purchase as it attempted to rein in my libido. It was the only thing stopping me from climbing over these damned couches to reach him.
The live band started to set up, so I decided to take a quick trip to the ladies' room before they started their performance. Maybe the change in scenery would do me good and keep my intrusive thoughts about a certain hot and out-of-bounds Best Man at bay—or squash them completely.
The bathroom was located upstairs in a quiet section of the bar. The welcome transition to a calm sensory environment helped sober me up a little, and I took my time washing my hands and fluffing my new hair in the mirror.
Once done, I strolled out before jerking to a comical stop when I spotted Harrison leaning against the wall, clearly waiting for me.
"If I were a betting man, I would put money down on you avoiding me," he drawled.
I laughed a little too loudly. "Don't be silly. I haven't seen some of them in years. I was just busy catching up."
He smirked at my answer, obviously recognizing it for the lie that it was. Slowly, he stalked towards me. "You look fucking beautiful tonight, Grace."
I stared, wide-eyed, as he reached out to cup the side of my face. "But then, you always looked beautiful." My breath hitched, and my pussy clenched when I recognized the telltale sign of damp panties.
"I would give anything to kiss you right now," he breathed.
Maybe I wasn't as sober as I thought because a voice that sounded suspiciously like mine whispered, "So do it."
Harrison's nose flared, and his eyes melted into pools of lustful relief. "Fuck, yes," he approved before he bent his head and slanted his mouth across mine.
I eagerly opened my mouth under his and felt his tongue sweep inside. He tasted like sin and spice, with a hint of the beer he had been drinking. I moaned, unable to stop myself, as I angled my head back under his kiss.
My hands clenched around his waist as his sizable palms framed my face, his fingers stroking my cheeks and jaw. Lips ravaged lips, and tongues dueled in frantic urgency.
I would be lying if I claimed that I never wondered what it would be like to kiss Harrison. And damn it all to hell if he weren't the best kiss I'd ever experienced. It figured that he would look like a sex god and also kiss like one. Lord knows what he would be like in bed.
Not that I planned on finding out.
But as Harrison moved me a few steps until my back hit a wall, his mouth still fused with mine, I wasn't entirely sure I could resist the temptation.
Especially when he tore his mouth from mine and moved his lips down the side of my face, pressing feverish kisses up and down my neck. His breath was labored from our passionate embrace, and my own breathing came out in hot, short pants.
My eyes closed in pleasure as I thrust his shirt up and caressed his smooth back, taking delight in the way his muscles moved under my strokes.
"Feel how much I want you, baby," Harrison panted in my ear. He moved his hands down around my waist, squeezing my hips through my dress.
My hands were also busy, moving up to his broad shoulders as I tilted my head to the side, silently consenting him to administer more hot kisses against my neck.
His big hands roamed down to my ass, palming it while grinding my lower half closer to his body.
I couldfeelhow much he wanted me.
His cock was hard and felt... oh, god, it was fucking magnificent. He looked like a sex god, kissed like a sex god, and most likely had the cock of one. Some people really were first in line when God was handing out traits.
All coherent thought left me as Harrison started grinding my pussy against his front, his long fingers digging into my ass cheeks. My panties were soaked, rendered useless against the onslaught of his touch.
I started unconsciously moving my hips against his cock, mimicking the very act that I was dead set against doing with him. The friction of his pants felt like heaven against my cloth-covered mound.
I grabbed his head in my hands and directed his mouth back to mine. There was no pause as he eagerly returned my kiss. His mouth felt hard and punishing against mine, desperately eating at my lips, sucking my tongue over and over and over. I was so close to coming that I blacked everything out. I didn't care that we were in public and anyone could see us—and since we were out in the open, I was pretty sure a good few who needed the bathroom received quite an eyeful.
But I didn't care.
All I cared about was reaching that peak of pleasure. And as long as Harrison kept kissing and grinding me just right, that would happen…Ah yes, there…right there–
"Oh, my God!" A loud squeal abruptly pulled us apart, our chests heaving and hair disheveled.
I peeked over Harrison's shoulder and spotted a grinning Amelia. I cursed and yanked my dress down while Harrison stayed covering me with his back to Amelia, his reasoning obvious.
