“Huh?”
“I’ve never flirted with anyone in the dark before.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You shouldn’t. It’s the truth. I’ll have to scratch this off my bucket list.”
My hand fumbles forward until I find silky fabric covering her hip. “Not a very exciting bucket list,” I tell her. “What else is on it?”
She releases a breathy laugh, probably from my hand on her body, but she’s not pushing me away. “Skydiving.”
I slide up to the curve of her waist and hold her. She’s short. A lot shorter than I am. I can tell that by where my hand is and the feel of her breath as it meets my neck.
“I’ve done that,” I tell her. “It’s exhilarating and definitely something to try at least once in your life. What else do you have? Spice it up for me.”
“Are we getting dirty now? I don’t typically tell my spicy fantasies to strangers in dark rooms.”
I shift in front of her and drag my thumb back and forth on her hip. “That’s because you haven’t tried it before. Another thing we can scratch off your bucket list. Who better to bare your dirty secrets to?”
“Now we’re onto secrets?”
“The dirty kind,” I remind her, bringing my other hand to her other hip and testing boundaries.
“Because I can’t see you and you can’t see me?”
I find myself smiling again, her lightness somehow making the weight I haven’t been able to shake more bearable. “Exactly.”
“Hmm. Okay. You tell me one of yours, and I’ll tell you one of mine.” Her body brushes mine as she moves, the feel of her soft tits against my shirt makes my cock pulse as it shoots a fresh jolt of desire straight through me. She’s getting me hard, and if she keeps moving, she’s going to feel it.
“I like your voice. And I like the way you smell. A lot. I like how you feel too. You’re soft and sweet and sexy.”
“See, you’re better at this than you were giving yourself credit for.”
“Yeah?” I tease. “Are my moves working?”
“Absolutely. I like that you think I’m all those things. Even if you haven’t seen me.” She touches the junction of my neck andshoulder just beneath the collar of my shirt, and the feel of her small, warm hand on my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
Then my hand is on her cheek, and I’m kissing her. Hard. No soft introduction or light, testing peck. I kiss her because I’m a little drunk and a lot excited, and it’s been so fucking long, and I’ve been so goddamn miserable for what feels like an eternity that I don’t know how to hold back. Her lips are full and delicious, tasting faintly of cranberry and champagne, likely from the punch she mentioned.
But the best part? She makes this tiny, surprised noise that instantly becomes a moan before her mouth opens beneath mine. And there’s nothing tentative about her either. She’s kissing me back with equal fervor, her body sliding up mine as she climbs to her tiptoes in her shoes. Our tongues meet and our heads tilt, and I pull her closer, one hand tangled in her hair, the other at the small of her back.
Her body is warm and yielding against mine, curves fitting perfectly along the planes of my chest. Something between a sigh and a whimper emanates from the back of her throat, and it resonates through my entire body.
The kiss deepens, turning hungry. My hand slides lower, following the curve of her spine to her ass, where I squeeze and pull her against me so she can feel how fucking hard she’s made me. She gasps and arches into me, and I’m dying to rip the top of her dress back down so I can take her tits in my hands.
Her palms slide under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor, lost in the sensation of her touch, the heat of her mouth, and the way her body responds to mine. I’ve never had a kiss like this. One that I feel in every nerve of my body, every pound of my heart. It’s not even the alcohol because I’ve been plenty more drunk and kissed plenty more women.
It’s her. This woman. This kiss.
Time loses meaning in the darkness. I don’t know how long we stand here kissing like teenagers, our hands exploring with increasing boldness. I just know I never want to stop.
My fingers find the zipper at the back of her dress, and just as I begin to lower it, there’s a flicker, a hum, and suddenly the lights are back on, harsh and unforgiving after the ceaseless darkness.
We both startle back, and I blink, momentarily blinded, only to find myself staring into a pair of wide green eyes that I know all too well. Eyes I’ve seen a hundred times across dinner tables and at family gatherings, but never this close, never darkened with desire.
Oh my god. Holy shit.
“Aston?!” she exclaims, taking another step back and covering her mouth with one hand as she adjusts her tits in her dress with the other. I dive down to grab my jacket, and hastily shove my hands back into it, angry, frustrated, or just simply fucked.
