Her tongue swept over her lips. Those blue eyes turned dark with seduction, and I could feel my dick getting hard. The table we were at was set back into a dark corner, and with the curtain closed, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to see what we were doing, especially if I pulled her farther back.
“For the last two weeks, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I’m miserable.”
“W-why?” she asked.
I let out a soft chuckle. “Thinking about you not thinking I want you, for one. Knowing I hurt you, because that is the last thing I would ever want to do. Then that bullshit you said about not being my type. Morgan, I’ve wanted you for what seems like forever.”
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
“What are you saying, Blake?”
I lifted her hand up and turned it so her wrist was inches from my mouth. “I’m saying . . .”
Bringing it closer to my lips, I let the tip of my tongue slide over her skin, causing her to suck in a breath.
“That if you want a night to forget, I will give you a night to forget everything. But I need to know what you drank over at Butch’s Place.”
My lips pressed against her wrist, kissing her.
“Um, only half a beer.”
I grinned and kissed her wrist again, watching her entire body shake slightly.
“Now, imagine that kiss all over your body, princess.”
Her lips parted, and I thought I heard a moan slip free. I’d held off for as long as I fucking could. Grabbing her, I pulled her onto my lap. Morgan straddled me, her fingers pushing into my hair, our mouths inches from each other. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the anticipation of her mouth on mine or the sensation of her body finally on top of me. Or maybe it was knowing I was about to have sex with my best friend’s sister and I had yet to tell him how I felt about her. Before I had time to think any harder on it, Morgan pressed herself against my hard length and covered my mouth with hers.
Nothing else mattered in that moment except for the way my body instantly caught on fire. Fuck everything and everyone else.
Morgan was the only thing I cared about.
THE FEEL OF Blake’s erection against my throbbing core nearly had me coming on the spot. Then, when our mouths collided in a kiss, I melted into him. The man could kiss. My God, the man could kiss.
I was lost.
Everything slipped away, and all I could feel were his hands on my body. His tongue danced with mine. The taste of whiskey mixed with the sweet champagne. When he grabbed my ass and squeezed, I moaned into his mouth. His hips lifted, and the sweet friction his jeans caused drove me mad. I’d done nothing like this before. Knowing I was on his lap, making out with him in a public place, was surging my desire on. And it was Blake. God, it was Blake I was sitting on. Blake I was grinding against. Blake, who I desperately wanted to have inside me.
“More,” I whispered. “I need more.”
His hand moved to the front of my body and when he touched my bare stomach, I jumped. He stilled, and I pushed down harder against him, pulling out a groan from him that vibrated through my entire body.
His fingers moved across my skin, leaving a path of tingles that shot straight to the throbbing between my legs.
“Yes,” I hissed when he rubbed my nipple through my lace bra.
He pulled his mouth off of mine, our chests heaving. “Just tonight. We can only do this for one night.”
“That’s all I want. Just tonight.”
I ignored the way my body, mind, and even my heart screamed that tonight would never be enough. The way I was feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I wasn’t sure one night with Blake could soothe my desire for him.
He pushed my bra up and exposed both breasts. I turned to look over my shoulder, remembering we were in a very public place. But I knew no one would see us unless they stopped and looked through the curtains. Even then, Blake had pulled us farther back into the darkened corner.
What in the world are you doing, Morgan?
Blake’s tongue swept over my nipple, then he blew on it, causing my body to tremble.
“No one can see us.”