I couldn't help it. I stuck my face in her neck and laughed. She laughed right along with me until our eyes met, and nothing seemed funny anymore. No, things felt like they had clicked into place for the first time.
Ever, ever.
Surely, she felt that, too. I couldn't be the only one.
Remember this…
Something deep down told me to hold onto the moment. A bone-deep something that I recognized as a gut feeling. One I shouldn't ignore.
Remember this…
She went into focus and then out again. I shook away the feeling.
"You think they put something in those drinks?" I asked. I didn't get quite this drunk off of one yardstick margarita.
"That'd be the tequila," fuzzy, double Maya said against my mouth.
Not that the woman had grown fur or become two people. They couldn't pour enough tequila to make that happen. Could they?
No. Clearly, no. Why would I even be thinking that? That made no sense. Time was being a funny asshole right now. Time felt fast and slow all at once, like someone had tried to fix the clock that was my life but was doing a shitty job of it, overcompensating each way.
The edges of life had a numb film that made me want to say, "screw responsibility" and go down on this woman.
Which was pretty much what I was ready to do right here, right now, with Maya and that fuzzy double Maya right beside her, who I knew in my brain wasn't real.
"How do we get to the bed?" she asked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
"I don't know," I admitted. I didn't want to move, not with her right there covering me. Her dress hiked up to her ass, and her slip of a shirt pulled lower.
No, I didn't have a desire to get her to a bed. Instead of pushing myself up and getting us there, I traced my fingers over the back of her thighs, up to the curve of her ass. Holding her gaze with mine. Quirking an eyebrow in question.
Did you want this?
"Don't stop there," she said, squirming down until the center of her aligned with the tips of my fingers.
I smiled. Oh boy, did I smile, as I moved her thong underwear to the side and slid my finger along the seam between her legs.
She moaned, and I found the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, rubbing it with two fingers as her breaths became uneven, and she rubbed against the long length of my erection.
I should stand up, carry her to a bed, and finish things there.
Tonight, I wasn't very good at doing what I should do.
Remember this…
So instead of picking her up and taking her to the bed, I rolled, so she was on her back, and I was over the top of her.
Then I kissed my way along the edge of her body—over the fabric of her dress—and dipped my head between her legs to use my tongue as promised.
My fingers and tongue did their thing, while Maya's hands splayed in my hair, giving direction in her not-so-subtle way.
Oh yes, I would remember this.
As her release took hold, and her body convulsed around my fingers, I glanced up at her arched body to her face to watch as she came for me.
CHAPTERSIX
MAYA
