“God, you turn me on.”
My dick stiffened, and our swaying bodies left little to the imagination. I couldn’t hide my desire and didn’t want to.
“Me too.”
“Press.” He crushed me to him, and our mouths locked in a hungry, greedy kiss. I clutched at his shoulders, molding my body to his. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I sucked it while he kneaded my ass. I felt his fingers flirt with the waistband of my pants, then dip inside, and knew if I didn’t stop him, I might have sex with him right on the dance floor. And while that thought excited me, I wasn’t ready.
“Nate, we have to stop, please.”
His hot breath hit my cheek when he pulled away from me, and his eyes were huge, dazed and lust-filled. “Sorry, sorry. I got carried away.” Panting, he licked his lips, and my cock jerked.
I rubbed my face. “Not your fault. I didn’t exactly stop you.” I touched his cheek. “I’m sorry if I led you on. Do you want to leave?”
“No.” His hand covered mine. “And you didn’t. I let go, and I have to remember to keep it bottled up when I’m with you.” He gave me a lingering kiss of such sweetness, I second-guessed my decision to wait to get physical. My body vibrated with a need I’d never felt before, not even with Jared.
“Let’s get our table and have a drink to cool us down.”
“Sounds good.”
He held my hand, and we pushed through the crowd. I hadn’t realized Nate had made a reservation for a table, but I was damn grateful to sink into the cushioned chair, as my trembling knees could hardly hold me upright much longer. The table had the required bottle service, and Nate asked the waitress to make us icy vodka martinis. The first one slid down my throat smooth and easy, and the second one tasted even better than the first.
We watched the dancers, and Nate leaned over. “Want to try it again? I promise to keep my hands off you.” Spots of color sat high on his cheeks, and his beautiful eyes twinkled. My heart did a funny flip.
“Okay.”
“Let’s have one more drink.”
Already a bit buzzed, I didn’t say no and drank the cold vodka down.
His warm hand took mine, and we lost ourselves in the music again. I hadn’t had much to eat that day, and the strong martinis loosened my tongue and my body, making me a little more reckless than usual. I swayed a bit and held on to Nate’s shoulders. “You make me feel good.”
“You make me feel good too.”
“I’ve been so lonely.” The room spun, and I laid my head on Nate’s shoulder, inhaling his scent.
He gathered me close and kissed the top of my head. “You don’t have to be. I’m here with you.”
“Don’t leave me. Tell me you want me. Don’t go home to someone else.” A torrent of words spilled from me, and I couldn’t stop. “I never thought I’d feel this way. Hold me.”
“Come, baby. Let’s go.” He tucked me against him, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and we picked up our coats and walked out into the bracing cold of the night air. I was on fire, my face burning, and I couldn’t stop trembling.
“God, I’m a mess. Let me get a cab and go home. I’ll sleep it off.” I was sure Nate would never want to see me again after my histrionics.
“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go anywhere alone. Come home with me.”
I might’ve been drunk, but I wasn’t incapacitated. “I’m not…I can’t.”
“Let me take care of you. Nothing more. I wouldn’t feel right sending you home by yourself. What if you fell and hit your head?”
“You want to do that for me?”
A black car pulled up in front. Nate cupped my face between the palms of his hands and brushed his lips over mine.
“That and more. Now, come.”
Still woozy and drained, I let him lead me into the car and I must’ve passed out, because the next thing I knew, Nate was shaking my shoulder and whispering in my ear. “Come with me, Sleeping Beauty.”
I held on to him and kissed his cheek rather clumsily. “You’re cute when I’m drunk.”
