"What about kissing a complete stranger... like Jimmy," I said, gesturing at the bartender. "Or Gavin.” I pointed at my friend who was playing security guy tonight, standing across the room. "Would that count as non-goody sort of crazy?"
Lainey's eyebrows rose as she turned toward me, sliding off the stool and swaying. "Or you?" she said, leaning in.
Her hands splayed on my chest, and she leaned right between my knees as her mouth connected with mine in a scorching kiss that shot heat right to my groin. My eyes stayed wide open asour tongues tangled and hers shut tight. She clutched my shirt in both fists, and I looked helplessly at Jimmy who stood slapping his leg and laughing at me, but God was this hot.
My heart hammered and my cock jumped, and I let myself go, holding her hips, pulling her closer, and grinding her on my dick until she bit my lip and whispered, "Yes... like kissing a stranger," before she dived back in.
Lainey Rowan wasn't Miss Goody Two Shoes. She was a fireball ready to explode in the night sky, and I was on standby to watch it happen.
2
LAINEY
The kiss was exhilarating and freeing. Yes, I was drunk and a little too emotional, mostly over how Mandy probably wanted to kill me for just running out. She was probably losing it while trying to keep the parents calm and hold Brandon together, but I felt alive. And I didn't regret what was happening.
I stood with my hands pressed against the rigid planes of Kade Kingston's chest as our lips locked in a searing kiss. My insides were melting while his hands gripped my hips and made me grind on the hardest dick I'd ever felt. It was torture to pull away, but the last thing I wanted was for this playboy to think I was just another floozy throwing myself at him when that wasn't the case.
I was drunk and I was emotional and I was ready for life to begin. That didn't mean I was reckless.
"Sorry," I whispered, trying to pull back, but Kade's hand was firm on my lower back, holding me just millimeters from contact.
"For what? Taking a risk? Lainey, live your life." He nipped at my lower lip, sending my pulse racing again, but I knew itwas wrong. Just because Brandon cheated on me did not give me license to do the same to him. I knew I should break up with him before I did anything too wild, but this was Kade Kingston. There wasn't a person in all of Nevada—or the states surrounding it, for that matter—who didn't know who he was.
"Christ," I breathed against his lips. It had entirely gone past me that a dozen people at this bar were staring at us. I was too intoxicated from the alcohol and the sensation of arousal pulsing through me. Brandon had never made me feel like this before; it was boring and dry, and half the time he didn't get me off. But something told me if I let this man in front of me have his way, I'd be worshipping him in under ten minutes.
"Feel better for being a little crazy?" he asked, tempting me with tiny licks to my upper lip that drove me wild.
"There are a lot of things a woman could do to be crazy..." I shuddered and clenched my core as the temperature of the room skyrocketed, heating my skin.
"Like?" He was toying with me, strumming my back like a guitar, making pulses of arousal vibrate through me.
"Like throw herself at the first available man just to get back at her cheating ex."
I didn't know who I was or what I was doing. Those words should never have come out of my mouth, but when they lined up and marched out like tiny soldiers hell-bent on pushing me out the door of the moving plane, I didn't try to stop them.
A low rumble erupted from Kade's chest, shaking my palms as he pulled me back against his body. "A man like me?" Kade's lips danced dangerously close to mine, but I was feeling shy suddenly. This was wrong—morally black. I was technically stillengaged, though that would be over the very instant I saw Brandon's cheating face again. And it would be difficult to extricate myself from this—who gets the chance to sit and talk to a person like Kade Kingston, let alone make out with him?
But I bit my lip and nodded at him as my eyes batted seductively. Who was I? Where was this coming from? How did innocent, good-girl Lainey turn into this naughty, wild-child seductress?
"God, woman," Kade growled against my mouth as he claimed it again, but this time he was the aggressor. His fingers curled around my neck, pulling me harder against his lips; then they tangled in my hair, angling my head so he could deepen the kiss and search my entire mouth with his tongue.
I couldn't help it. Comparing him to Brandon was the only thing on my mind. Brandon was boring and safe and so vanilla, but I had a feeling Kade would be every bit as wild and passionate in the sack as this kiss was here in public. So I poured myself into it, too.
My fingers searched his chest, then slid up into his hair and fisted it. When his lips traveled to my jaw, and then my pulse point, sucking softly, I let out a moan of pleasure. I wanted him so badly it literally hurt. My core screamed to be sated, but my conscience kept screaming at me.
"Drink," I gasped, as I pulled back, but the bottle was already in Kade's hand. I finished the last few dribbles in my glass, then those in his, and he chuckled.
"Easy, girl," he chided with a chuckle. "You'll want to remember this... I promise." He held the bottle just out of my reach, then claimed my mouth again as he eased himself off the chair, bottle in hand and started backing away.
My purse still dangled from one arm, which remained draped over his shoulder as his lips pulled me along. When I dared glance over my shoulder at the ruined train lying on the floor by the barstool, Kade pulled me into his hips and ground against my thigh.
"I'll get it cleaned by morning,” he whispered, then bit my earlobe and growled. It was the smirk on the bartender's face that seared my conscience again.
Cleaned by morning?
Remember this?
Kade Kingston wasn't here to make out with me. He was taking me to his room.
