My fists curl around the armrests of the chair as I glance back up at her face. She’s fucking smirking at me, like she’s reminding me that I was the one who picked the dress and she doesn’t feel bad about the way it’s affecting me. “You ready?”
I clear my throat, mentally calculating the odds that I’m going to spend all night being jealous of other guys looking at her. Pretty sure those odds are one-hundred-percent. “Ready.”
The way the column of Morgan’s throat moves as she takes a sip from her champagne flute is a damn near erotic experience, which is how I know that I’ve probably had enough to drink.
As dinner was wrapping up, she’d told me to “be resourceful and find a place to go out for another drink,” while she ran to the bathroom. The way she scooted out of the booth across from me, turning sideways to slide between the tables and letting her ass drag along my arm, felt very intentional. The tables were close together, but not that close.
The waiter recommended a ritzy club at a hotel near ours, which I figured might be the one Anne took Max to last night.The irony wasn’t lost on me, but we came here anyway and she insisted on French 75s for her birthday, explaining that it’s her favorite drink even though she hates both gin and champagne.
“I knew going out after dinner was a good idea,” she says with a giggle as she turns and presses her back against me on the dance floor, our hips swaying together as she grinds herself against me.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I trail kisses across her shoulder and up the side of her neck, before saying, “But what do you say we get out of here?”
She glances over her shoulder at me as she presses her lower back into my dick. I wish it was her ass, but the height difference between us makes that impossible, even in the strappy gold heels she’s wearing. “You’re not having fun.”
I bring my mouth right to the shell of her ear and say, “I’m having a great time. But I’d be having more fun if we were alone.”
She leans her head back on my chest, her eyes glassy with longing when she says, “Danny... we can’t.”
With my hands on her hips, I spin her so she’s facing me, and her lips part in a slight gasp as I lean down toward her. The way she wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses up on her toes to meet me is all the assurance I need. I delve into the kiss like we aren’t in the middle of a crowded dance floor. My hands roam her body while our tongues tangle together. She lifts one leg up along the outside of my thigh, like she’s about to wrap it around my waist and climb me. Which I’d love—if we were anywhere but here.
I pull back, and she looks dazed as she stares up at me.
“We’re going. Now.” I take her drink out of her hand, then wrap my other arm around her waist as I lead us toward the door. I set the glass on the last table before the exit, and then we head down the driveway of the hotel.
Before we get to the street, Morgan pulls me to a stop. “I can’t walk this fast in heels,” she says.
“Easily solved,” I say, about to pick her up and carry her back to the hotel.
“I also...” She moves toward me, her hand trailing up my chest and wrapping around the back of my neck as she pulls my head down close to hers. “. . . can’t wait until we get back to the hotel.”
“You... can’t wait?” I’m trying to determine if she’s using that expression literally, when her eyes slide to her right. I follow her gaze to the dark area against the high stucco wall that separates the grounds of the hotel from the street. It’s completely shaded by some trees and there are large bushes beneath that would hide us from view.
“That’s risky, Morgan.”
She groans, and says, “You shouldn’t have gotten me so worked up if you weren’t going to deliver.”
“Is this the alcohol speaking?” I ask, cupping her jaw in my hand and turning her face back toward mine.
Her eyes are clear when she looks back at me. “This is my body, needing yours. My underwear is drenched, and I’machingfor you.”
She steps close enough that she can slide her hand between our bodies, cupping my dick in her hand as she runs her palm along my zipper.
My inhale is nearly a gasp. “Jesus, Morgan. I thought you just said this couldn’t happen again.”
“Itshouldn’t. But we both know itwill. So don’t make me wait, or I might change my mind by the time we walk back to our hotel.” She glances over her shoulder to make sure no one is around and then drags me between the wall and the bush that borders it.
Chapter Fifteen
AIDAN
We find ourselves in an open space surrounded by a semicircle of tall flowering shrubs and covered by the shade of several large trees. Soft rays of light stream between the overhead branches, filtering the street lights standing on the other side of the tall wall. It’s our own secret garden, but there’s no time to appreciate it because Morgan is pulling me to her, wedging herself between my body and the wall, holding me to her with a leg wrapped around my ass.
I brace myself from falling into her by planting a hand on either side of her head. “Someone’s eager.” My voice is teasing, but there’s a question in there too.
She said this wasn’t going to happen again, and now she’s offering herself up to me. Mentally, I’m running through the drinks she had at dinner and the club, trying to figure out if she’s drunk. She seems maybe a little tipsy, but she ate a full meal with those two drinks at dinner, and only had the one at the club, so I’m pretty sure she’s making coherent choices right now.
“So eager,” she purrs as she fists my collar and pulls my face to hers. “This is the last chance we have. If we do see each other again after this, it’ll be at some awkward family dinner or something.”
