His lips graze mine, sending sparks I haven’t felt since Decker’s kiss. Not as good as Decker but definitely a great kisser, and I deepen it. Our tongues dance, his whiskey mixing with my vodka, and his hand cups my face.
The kiss is so good that it almost has me considering letting it lead to wherever it may lead. Like to his bed.
Almost.
His kiss makes me push Decker to the back of my mind, and his calloused hands scrape at my skin, making goosebumps appear and spread down my neck.
“You’re a great kisser,” he whispers in my ear before his lips touch my neck.
“You’re not bad yourself,” I tease, tilting my head to give him better access.
His tongue trails along my skin, and I have to remind myself—twice—that we’re still in a bar. Surrounded by people. Otherwise, I might be tempted to undress right here on this couch.
How can a kiss completely dull all my other senses? I feel the bass of the music in my chest, in sync with my heartbeat, but I don’t hear it. All I hear is my own pulse, sending blood to all the wrong place and away from my brain.
“Holly?”
“Yes?” My voice comes out breathless as he finally pulls back.
I’m basically putty in his hands, and if he asks me to leave with him, I doubt I’ll say anything but yes.
“I’d like to introduce you to someone.”
Shit. I completely forgot what this date was.
“This is Ana. Ana, this is Holly.”
The blonde smiles warmly, throwing me off. Shouldn’t she hate me? Scowl? At least glare?
“She’s perfect, Isaac.”
Perfect? “For what?” I ask, looking between them.
“To join us,” he says, his voice low and husky.
And suddenly, the blood rushes back to my brain, even as his hand caresses my thigh and toys with the edge of my panties under my skirt. “To… join you?”
Ana slides in beside me, her hand on my other thigh, toying in the same way Isaac is. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Th-thank you?”
He cups my cheek again, thumb brushing my skin, sliding down to my collarbone. It feels good—too good—until Anna’s hand slips between my legs and brushes my sensitive area.
Eyes wide, I push their hands off me. “Oh, you want me to join you… in… That’s… that’s not what I signed up for.”
“Damn it,” Isaac sighs. “We were really hoping you’d be open to entering our relationship with us.”
“Relationship?”
“We’re poly,” Ana says, tugging her top lower to flash more cleavage as though it’ll sweeten the deal for me. “We’re looking for a third.”
What. The. Hell?
“There’s a poly category in the app,” I point out, my brain struggling to catch up.
“Yeah, but it’s only couples looking for other couples right now. There are no singles looking to join a couple—and we’re particular. You’re exactly what we’re looking for,” Isaac says. “I get it might be a bit too much too soon.”
Ana nods. “I agree. Presumptuous, maybe?”
