Quickie

It’s dark for a second, and then Will pushes aside anther curtain to reveal a private alcove, and a booth that’s all our own. Not that we make it that far. My back is against the wall inside the alcove as soon as we’re through the curtain His lips are on mine instantly. God, what have I been missing with Wyatt all this time? He never kissed me like this, and even if he had, I don’t think that it would have felt this way. I feel doubly drunk now, both from my drinks and his lips. “I like your mouth,” I say. Not the most eloquent sentiment, but I think eloquence is a bit beyond me right now.

Will makes a low sound in his throat. “Your mouth drives me crazy.”

He pulls me down onto the couch, and I notice that there’s a bottle and glasses on the table that I don’t think were there before. Someone must have come in while we were pinned against the wall. I blush because someone saw us—me— like that. He pours a glass of the champagne and hands it to me. “Shall we toast to chance meetings and moving on from bad situations?”

“That sounds perfect.” I knock back the glass, adding another layer of mist to my already clouded brain. But I feel good. I haven’t felt this good in a long time and everyone is right. I deserve it. I deserve to make out and have a one-night-stand with one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Will is looking at me, and that hungry look in his eyes makes heat streak down to my core. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this turned on by anyone—especially Wyatt.

“I want to know more about you, Sandy.”

I place my glass on the table, and lean into him. “I want to know more about you too. But I think that can wait, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

Our lips crash together and I moan, because he tastes so good, like sweet champagne and something that my drunk brain says might be hope. His hand runs down my side, stroking down my hip to the hem of my dress and teasing my skin. Will’s lips are on my neck and then my shoulder, and I realize we’re lying down on the couch when he returns to my lips. He’s leaving me breathless in the best way. Like I’ve just run a marathon and can’t wait to do it again.

His hand runs up the inside of my leg, and I part for him. His fingers touch the fabric of my underwear and I’m already so wet, so ready, so sensitive, that I shudder. He deepens our kiss, coaxing my lips open with his tongue, mimicking the motion with his fingers down below. He doesn’t go underneath my panties, just strokes me over them, and I want more. I push myself into his hand and his fingers find my clit through the fabric, stroking and circling. God, it feels so good. How long has it been since I’ve had sex? I can’t even remember. What kind of relationship was I in that I can’t even remember the last time I had sex? Because my fiancé was fucking my sister. Familiar anger floods me and I push myself harder against Will, the strength of my anger making me want him that much more.

Will’s fingers don’t stop, circling and circling, and the orgasm bursts through me swift and unexpected. I cry out into his mouth, shaking and feeling my underwear grow even wetter. Oh god, it’s like a blast of pleasure straight through my nerves, and I know that was just a taste. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his body to me. I want him. I want this. I can feel the strain of his erection pressing against me through his pants, and I smile at him, loving that he wants this too.

“I can think of a place that’s better to do this,” he says.

I laugh. “We already moved once.”

“True, but I think I underestimated the timeline. It’s not far, I promise.”

“It better not be.” I don’t want to wait. I want to feel him on me and inside me. I want to ride this high of confidence and pleasure for as long as I possibly can. Will has me up and moving before I can even blink. I’m barely aware of the journey. I know there are touches. An elevator where we leave the mirrors fogged before we leave. His fingers brushing under the hem of my dress to touch my ass. And of course, the glorious kisses. Even if we did nothing else, I would be blown away by his lips and the way it feels like he’s kissing my whole body.

We’re in a hotel room now, and it’s gorgeous, but I honestly don’t care about that. I care about the fact that we’re now alone and there’s nothing stopping me from getting exactly what I want. I push the jacket of his suit to the ground and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing a toned and tanned chest, perfection. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor and I lean forward to use my mouth on him. I want to taste his skin. But Will pulls me back. “My turn.”