Only One Love (Only One 7)

I lift my leg to hitch around his hip. "Like this," I pant out, arching my back, and I’m pissed I didn’t wear heels tonight. When I was getting dressed tonight, I thought of dressing up a bit. Instead, I went casual with my black jeans and a white shirt. His hand goes down to my ass as he palms it and squeezes it, pushing me into him. "I need to."

"I know what you need," he says, his lips hovering over mine. "You need my mouth."

"Yes," I tell him, panting. "Your mouth," I say, my tongue coming out to lick the bottom of my lip the same time he does. Our tongues touch, and I swear the whole fucking place can crash around us, and I wouldn’t give a rat's ass.

"Where do you want my mouth?" he asks, hovering over my mouth as he rubs his cock up and down the middle of my covered core. My whole body is on edge. I want his touch, I want his mouth, I want his tongue, I want him.

"Everywhere." I answer his question in a whisper right before he groans. His hand leaves my ass and the hand beside my head comes down as he takes my face into his hands. His mouth slams down on mine as my eyes close. His tongue slides into my mouth, my leg pulling him tighter toward me. He picks me up, and both my legs wrap around his waist as he moves his head to the other side, deepening the kiss. We’re hungry for each other, making the kiss frantic. He lets go of my lips only to lower his mouth to my neck as I Iean back to give him access. "I should have worn a dress,” I pant out. "I need you." I rotate my hips on his cock, his hand leaving my face and traveling down to my tits where he pinches my nipples through the shirt. "Wilson." His name comes out as if I’m pleading with him to put me out of my misery.

His mouth finds mine again, my hand coming up from his chest to his face and into his hair as I wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue slides in mine, going around and around in a circle. We take the time to savor the kiss. I’m about to move my head to the other side when we hear voices, and both of us stop.

"He probably bailed." I hear my brother Cooper’s voice laughing as he comes closer to the door. The sound of our breathing fills the room.

"He left his jacket?" Michael says. "He’s not in the bathroom."

"He probably went outside to take a call," Cooper replies, and then the footsteps walk away from the door.

"This isn’t finished," he says, putting me down. My arms leave his neck, and my body wants to scream out in protest.

"It better not be," I tell him, and he smiles at me, leaning down and kissing my lips softly. My hand comes up to cup the back of his head as I slide my tongue into his mouth. "I still need that mouth," I say when I let go of his lips.

"You’ll get my mouth." He turns me, putting his hand on the handle of the door. "And more," he says before walking out of the closet, leaving me alone.

I wait for him to walk away from the door before putting one hand to my stomach and the other hand to my lips. That has to be the best kiss I’ve gotten in my whole life. I kept remembering the way he kissed me that night, and nothing, and I mean nothing, came close to the kiss he just gave me. I would have let him fuck me in a closet as long as he didn’t stop kissing me. My head spins as I walk out of the closet, and thankfully, no one is there when I do.

Making my way back to the table, I spot him sitting down to drink a bottle of water. I pull out the chair and sit down with Julia, the only other one at the table. "I’m going to guess that you got lost going to the bathroom."

I smirk at her and grab my glass of wine. "I wouldn’t say I got lost at all," I say and grab my phone, looking around. Seeing that people are slowly leaving. Opening my phone to our chat, I send him one last message.

Me: So my place or yours?

Chapter 18

Wilson

"Where the fuck have you been?" I hear Michael say as soon as I pull my chair out and sit back down.

"Went outside to take a phone call," I say, avoiding his eyes and grabbing the bottle of water in front of me.

"Bullshit," one of the rookies says, and I look over at him, the panic filling me when I think he saw me drag Fran into the closet. When I saw her get up and walk, my eyes followed her every move. She was drinking wine, so I had to make sure she was okay. Or at least that was what I told myself. I grabbed her around her waist as soon as she got to the bathroom door. Her body went totally tense, but as soon as I pulled her closer to me, she melted into my arms. "You were probably out banging one of the waitresses."