“I'll take a Bud, and for you Eryn?”
“I think I'll have a margarita,” she replied with a smile. “Sugar on the rim, not salt.”
The barman got us our orders and we headed over to a sofa where we drank them, trying to shout at each other and hold a conversation over the pounding music. We downed our drinks quickly, and I started feeling a buzz coming on from the booze.
“You want another?” I asked.
“What?”
“I said, do you want another drink?”
She chuckled and kissed me playfully. “Look at us here, having to shout at each other to communicate,” she said close to my ear.
“I know! So, another drink?” I asked.
“Yeah! But let's just make it a shot, and then go and dance, all right?”
“Sounds good!”
We went back to the VIP bar, where the same barman greeted us with a smile. “Two more tequila shots!” I said.
“Ah, you guys are getting into party mode now!” he said with a laugh, and then went off to pour our shots.
Eryn leaned over quickly and kissed me deeply and passionately as we waited. I squeezed her hand tightly in mine and stared into her beautiful eyes.
“I'm a lucky guy,” I remarked, “a really, really lucky guy.”
“And, I'm a lucky girl,” she replied.
The barman arrived with our shots, and we knocked them back. Now that the alcohol was doing its work in each of us, the tequila didn't taste nearly as intense as it had the first time.
No sooner than we’d put the shot glasses back on the bar, Eryn took my hands and began to lead me to the dance floor. “I think it's time to dance,” she said with a suggestive smile.
“I think that's a great idea,” I replied.
We found a spot on the crowded floor, and then a Latin-infused bit of pounding electronica came on. Eryn began winding her body and dancing with fluid, sexy moves. I'd had no idea she’d be such a talented dancer, and God, it was turning me on to see her moving with such sexual, erotic grace.
I moved in closer to her, feeling the beat pulsing through my body and moving myself against her. She swayed her hips and raised her arms above her head, closing her eyes as she got into the music and began slowly, tantalizingly crushing herself against my crotch.
I put my hands on her hips, softly and suggestively, and started grinding against her as well. I was getting hard, ridiculously hard, and I knew she could feel my hard-on pressing through my jeans against her.
“God, you're fucking hot,” I whispered in her ear as she snaked and writhed sexily with the energy of the music and the dance.
“I think we should go get a hotel room soon,” she whispered back. “Just a bit more dancing, but I want you...I want you bad.”
“I do, too,” I whispered, the fullness of my erection pressing almost painfully against her body. “Believe me, I do, too...”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Eryn
By the time we got onto the floor our hotel suite was on, we were already ripping each other's clothes off. We were both drunk – not smashed, but definitely beyond tipsy – and we were absolutely ravenous with desire for each other. We were making out with an almost frantic passion and pawing each other like crazy.
I ripped Wade's shirt up over his head, exposing his sculpted, powerful torso, which was slick with sweat from dancing. In turn, he reached behind me and unzipped my cocktail dress. I stepped out of it, leaving myself clad in nothing but a pair of red, lacy panties because I'd had to go braless for this dress to really work.
We hadn't even reached our room yet, and I was already almost naked – if anyone stepped out of their rooms, they'd catch a full glimpse of me showing pretty much everything.
Not that anyone was likely to, as it was almost three in the morning, but getting it on in public like this, while frightening, gave me a pretty intense thrill; maybe it was some sort of repressed exhibitionism, or maybe just the scare of potentially getting caught, but I was massively turned on by being pretty much naked in public.