His hands gripped my back tighter, one of them slipping a little too low, almost cupping my rear. “Tell me to stop fondling you,” he murmured.
“No.”
There was electricity flowing back and forth between the two of us. I actually wondered if it was visible if anyone happened to have one of those electric field special cameras that photographed plant auras.
I was falling for him too hard, too fast. Everything about him turned me on. Then he finally brought his mouth to mine again, slow and soft as a whisper.
Eric walked us backward to a couch and we sprawled on it, our lips never parting. We were obviously in a place where we couldn’t go any further, which made secret little touches even more sensual. His hand brushed along the bottom curve of my breast, making me moan into his mouth. He pulled me to sit in his lap. I unfastened two buttons on his shirt to loosen it so that I could reach in and run my hands over those shoulders.
My thigh was pressing against his crotch, and I couldn’t resist moving back and forth, teasing him. His eyes blazed again, then he groaned against me. “You’re so sexy. You’re making me think very impure thoughts.”
“Good,” I whispered, pressing my breasts against his chest and swaying slightly. “Like what?”
His dark voice in my ear made my blood surge. “Like pulling down your dress and wriggling your hot, curvy body right onto my cock so that we could fuck right here.”
I laughed, but his eyes were so serious. He grabbed my behind, arranging me so that I was straddling him. He pulled me down so that my legs were spread, panties brushing against… oh my god… I could feel his hot, hard length through his pants.
A deep shudder ran through me, and he immediately murmured into my ear, “Just think about it for a second. Would you do that? Would you fuck a stranger in a club?”
I shook my head, then grinned as I moved my lips against his ear. “A stranger? Never. But you… maybe.”
~ Chapter 2 ~ Eric ~
* Tell Me *
I never truly believed in heaven until this moment. Every single detail of this experience was going to be burned into my mind forever. The way her fingers gripped my shoulders. The way her body rocked against mine so sweetly. Especially the way her lips glided against mine, making me hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
I’d had a few crass bimbos throw themselves at me over the years, and I rarely had the time or energy.
But I’d never been close to a girl so precious. She was somehow demure. Refined. Something about the way she held herself was elegant. I could somehow tell that she had never gone to a bar to pick up a man before. This wasn’t like her at all, and I wasn’t sure how I could sense it.
She was outside of herself, trying on a new personality. It was adorable watching her try so hard, and push herself. I couldn’t begin to wonder what I had done to deserve a beautiful girl like this accidentally ending up in my arms. Now that she was here, I was never going to let her go.
She kissed me as if she was afraid to know what would happen if we ever stopped. We were in a magical bubble outside of the world.
Yet in this incredible moment of perfection, I knew that the bar was going to be cleared any minute. Th
ere was absolutely no way I could trust her to get home by herself. I knew she wasn’t really drunk, but still, every overprotective urge I’d ever had in my life was nothing compared to what I was feeling for her.
If I sent Eden home in a cab and anything happened to her, I would never, ever forgive myself. I was forced to overstep every polite boundary, and simply take her to my place.
“Come on, gorgeous,” I murmured into her perfect lips, puffy from at least half an hour of kissing.
“No,” she breathed, “Please… I don’t want this to ever end.”
My heart skipped a couple of beats, then began to race. She felt it too. “We’re going to get you some more water,” I said gently, “Then we have to leave.”
As she looked up at me, her eyes were a bit hazy. But I knew it wasn’t from the booze. We were completely high on each other.
I sat us up, then checked us both to make sure that we had our phones, keys, anything important. Her fingers wound into the back of my hair, pulling my mouth to hers again.
“Sweetie, you are dangerously delicious. Did you know that?”
She shook her head, looking at me with such an innocent glance that I felt heat rush up my spine. I’d never wanted a woman this much in my life.
Taking her hand, I stood up and walked her down the hall toward the back door. I knew there was always a line of cabs in front of a smaller club around the corner.
“We can’t go out there,” she murmured, looking a bit worried.