Katherine was grinning as she nudged Ben’s shoulder with her own. “Look what you did!”
“What do you mean?”
She pointed to Will and Rachel who were locked in a steamy kiss on the dance floor. “Look at them! They are so happy and so in love.”
He looked their way and nodded his head. “Yes, they are. How soon before you think he pops the question?”
Katherine laughed. “I would hope he would give it some time, but with the way they are getting along, you never know. Only the two of them know if they’re ready.”
“Did you hear from the coffee shop?” he asked, suddenly remembering she had said she was going to be there today.
She shook her head. “No, I’m thinking maybe that’s a good thing.”
“Oh?”
She shrugged. “I think I might take a couple business classes and see where it takes me.”
“Do it. You’ll be amazing.”
Rachel and Will returned to the table, both of them slightly out of breath. Ben ordered another round of beers and a basket of potato skins, something Katherine had declared her undying love for.
“I think you need to set Talia up with someone since you clearly have a good eye for it. I want her to find someone to be happy with,” Katherine said.
“You’re going to inflate his ego,” Will warned.
“Hey, look at you. You’re happy. You’re welcome,” Ben shot back.
“You got lucky,” Rachel mused.
They spent the next hour drinking, eating and dancing until they were all exhausted.
“We’re out of here,” Will said, throwing some money on the table.
“I think we’re leaving as well,” Ben said, looking over at Katherine.
She nodded her head. “I’m ready.”
Her words had a double meaning. He’d been grinding against her for the last thirty minutes and if they didn’t get out of the bar he was going to have her up against the wall in the alley.
He’d already arranged for a car, saving precious minutes. They all said their goodbyes, both couples anxious to get home and continue their evenings in privacy.
“My place?” Ben asked, knowing better than to ever assume.
She grinned. “Yes.”
The ride home was too long for Ben. He was anxious to get her naked and horizontal. His hand moved up her thigh. She had on a tiny black skirt. He’d been having a hell of a time focusing on anything beyond her shapely legs. It wasn’t often he saw her legs. She was always in jeans.
“I like you in skirts,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled. “Easy access?”
He laughed. “That too, but your legs, you have beautiful legs, too beautiful to hide under those jeans you always wear.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she murmured as his hand oved higher, dangerously close to her core.
“I want you,” he whispered.
“I want you,” she replied.