The smile on her face made every second of that beer worth it. I chugged that thing like it was a fucking privilege.
And then I came up with a challenge for her.
I don’t know when we stopped downing beers in between each one; we just kind of got caught up in the game and forgot all about the drinks. Each new idea brought us a step closer together. Our bodies just seemed to inch forward, and then our hands were brushing and her knee kept bumping into my calf, and it wasn’t until someone accidentally nudged her from behind and I had to grab her around the waist so she didn’t fall over that I even became aware of how close we were.
I think my body knew, though.
It’s been buzzing all night, and that vibration has only grown with intensity.
And now we’re alone, restocking drinks from the laundry room, and she’s right here, looking up at me with those big brown eyes.
She’s gone still, a beer can clenched in each hand as she locks eyes with me and this intense energy buzzes between us.
She can feel it. I know she can.
Should I tell her that flirting with her for the last couple of days has been the best time I’ve had… maybe ever?
Should I tell her how hot I think she is?
Should I tell her that I can’t get enough of her spark, her smile, her?—
Screw it, just show her!
Cinching her around the waist, I pull her toward me, lifting her off the floor and planting my lips on hers.
Two beer cans clunk to the floor behind me as her tongue splays against mine, her fingers digging into the back of my shirt as she wraps her tight little legs around me and clings like a spider monkey.
Yes, baby!
I knew it!
I knew she liked me back!
Excitement dances through me as her soft lips mold against mine, her mouth opening once more to let me in… to let me explore.
She tastes so fucking good!
Spinning us ninety degrees, I perch her sweet ass on the top of the dryer and thread my hand under her knee, pulling it up so I can nestle my rock-hard cock against her delicate center.
She groans against me and I do it again, gently grinding into her while she fists the back of my shirt and deepens the kiss.
This is good.
This is so fucking good.
Unable to help myself, I grab her hip, giving it a light squeeze before trailing my hand up her body. I palm her perfect tit and brush my thumb over her peaked nipple.
Tipping her head back, she pants toward the ceiling while I explore that smooth skin of hers. I was right, her neck is soft and supple. I suck and kiss my way to her earlobe, massaging her right boob before nibbling my way down to her collarbone.
She grabs the back of my head, her fingers scraping my scalp when I suck her nipple through the fabric.
Damn, this spark between us is igniting into a firestorm I can’t control anymore.
We have to get these clothes out of the way.
Wriggling my fingers under her shirt, I’m a microsecond away from lifting it off her body when the door pops open.
Shiiiiit! No!
