REED
The cool night air envelops Georgina and me as the door of Bernie’s Place closes behind us. I’m buzzing. Off-kilter. Feverishly lit up with my hunger for this woman’s flesh—with my desire to explore and devour every inch of her, to breach her borders and push her boundaries—to claim her, conquer her,ruinher—until she’s begging for mercy and crying tears of euphoria.
Only a few feet outside of the bar, a tsunami of lust washes over me. So much so, I stop walking, pin Georgina against the building’s façade, and do the thing I’ve been aching to do since I first laid eyes on her: I press my hungry mouth to hers. And when she parts her lips and invites me inside with a soft and sexy moan, when my tongue enters her mouth and tangles with hers, when her body unmistakably bursts into white-hot flames against mine, I lose my fucking mind. Instantly, I’m a flaming pyre of greed and need. So overwhelmed with hunger for her, I can’t remember my own name. Has a simple kiss ignited my body like thisbefore? If so, I don’t remember it.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text in my pocket, but I ignore it. Surely, it’s Isabel again, insisting I call her. The same way she’s been doing all night. But everything I needed to say to her, I said this afternoon. And even if I hadn’t, nobody but Georgina exists anymore. Not inthis moment. Right now, the entire world is Georgina and me, and nobody else.
I deepen my voracious kiss, my tongue demonstrating how my body is going to move inside hers when I get her into my bed, and she responds enthusiastically in kind, kissing me with as much passion and energy as I’m showing her. In short order, I’m so aroused, I can barely breathe. I push myself between her legs, yearning to burrow my throbbing cock inside her, and she moans her invitation for me to continue my assault. And so, I do. I press myself against her center,hard,still kissing her, yearning to massage that magical, delicious bundle of nerves that’s going to drive her fucking wild when I get to it with my tongue, and Georgina slides her arms around my neck and grinds herself against my hard dick, making me even more desperate to sink myself inside her.
As our kiss continues, every atom inside me explodes into a fierce, unquenchable fire ball. Gasping for air, I grab Georgina’s thigh and hoist it up, opening her to me like a blooming flower, and she shudders and grips my shoulder ferociously, like she’s hanging on for dear life. We’re a raging inferno now, Georgina and me. Both of us combustible in a way I haven’t felt in a very long time. If ever.
Panting, I disengage from our kiss. But only because I’m acutely aware it’s not nearly enough.I want more. And I can’t get it on a sidewalk.
“We’re fire,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her soft cheek. “I can’t wait to get you naked and kiss your pussy, just like that.”
Her chest heaves. “Oh, God.”
I kiss her again, simply because I can’t resist, even though I know I’m only wasting our precious time at this point. And then, after we’ve forced ourselves apart again, we clasp hands and begin striding up the sidewalk like we’re walking on air.
“Where are we going?” Georgina asks breathlessly.
“To a campus parking structure a few blocks away, to get my car, which will take us to my house in the Hollywood Hills, where I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, for four straight hours, without a break, right up until the last nanosecond before I need to leave for the airport.”
She says nothing. But her gorgeous hazel eyes tell me she’s in favor of that plan.
We talk logistics. I ask if her car is parked somewhere around here. She says, no, she doesn’t own a car. That she always walks to work, or takes the campus shuttle, and then Ubers home.
“If there’s time later, I’ll drive you home on my way to the airport,” I offer. “If not, I’ll call a car for you. I apologize, in advance, if I have to call a car. I’d prefer to drive you, of course.”
“It’s all good. Whatever we need to do to maximize our time together, that’s what I want to do.”
I flash her a wicked smile. “Have I mentioned I like you, Georgina Ricci?”
“You have.” And that’s it. She notably doesn’t return my compliment. Which, frankly, turns me on even more. The last thing I need is for this firecracker of a woman to kiss my ass. Unless, of course, she’s going to do it literally.
We walk in silence for a moment, electricity coursing between our hands, until Georgina says, “What did you say to that girl at the bar after I walked away? She looked upset.”
“I told her I wouldn’t take her demo.”
“I heard that part. What did you say after that—after I walked away?”
“Nothing really. I told her music is a tough business. That she shouldn’t compare herself to Adele.” I shrug. “Some people don’t handle rejection well.” I pause. “Also, I told her to fuck off. But I did it nicely.”
She looks shocked. “There’s no ‘nice’ way to tell someone to fuck off. No wonder she cried.”
“Josh said the same thing. But here’s the thing, Georgie. I get bombarded by wannabes all the time. Occasionally, I snap. So sue me.” I snort. “Which also happens to me all the time, by the way.”
She’s quiet for a long moment as we continue walking toward campus, past storefronts and restaurants. And for a moment, I’m worried I’ve blown it. Scared her away. Miscalculated. Finally, she says, “Younevertake unsolicited demos—fromanyone?”
“Correct.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Noexceptions?”
I look at her, trying to read her. Does she have a demo for me,despite all her protestations earlier about her lack of musical ambitions? Is that it? “That’s right. No exceptions.”
