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When I got into the back of the limo after her and the door closed behind us, I couldn’t wait another second to touch her. Reaching out, I cupped her cheek with my hand as I slid closer to her. I loved how she leaned into my touch, as if she’d been anticipating the moment as much as I had.
I kept my eyes on hers as I skated my hand down her cheek. Once I slid my hand to the back of her neck, I leaned in until my lips were close enough to touch hers. I paused to let the anticipation build. She made a breathy sound of encouragement as if she couldn’t wait another second. I had just enough time to think about how goddamn hot that was before I kissed her.
Right away, I knew every single thing about kissing Allie was different than anything I’d done before. She melted in my arms like warm honey, her lips parting to welcome me in. She met my tongue with her own, no hesitation at all. She tasted of champagne and something else that I knew was just her. Kissing her was an electrifying experience where each swipe of her tongue against mine sent a jolt through my body.
I was desperate for her, so hungry for more that I couldn’t not touch her. My free hand dropped to her left leg, which was exposed almost to the upper thigh area by the slit in her gown. The warmth of her silken skin beneath my hand made my cock harder than it already was, which meant I was so aroused it was painful. I wanted to touch her everywhere, to own her, to make her come with my hands, my tongue, and my cock. The way she matched me kiss for kiss told me that she was just as aroused as I was.
I was two seconds away from dropping to my knees, pushing her gown up, and burying my face between her legs when the driver’s voice came over the speaker to announce that we would be pulling up at the next party in about ninety seconds.
Allie and I let out matching groans at the interruption, which thankfully provided a moment of levity as we separated. The expression of desire on her face and the puffy, well-kissed appearance of her lips did nothing to decrease my arousal. Groaning, I sat back from her, closed my eyes, and thought of things that would make my cock soften. I was just starting to succeed when Allie’s soft chuckle got my attention. Fuck, even her laugh was sexy. I resorted to thinking about the nuns who ran the boys’ home I lived in during middle school. Only when I had myself under control did I turn to face Allie. The small clutch she’d been carrying was open on her lap, and she had a silver compact held up in front of her face so she could see herself as she dabbed the area around her lips with a tissue.
“What’s got you laughing?” I asked.
She giggled as she finished making sure her lipstick wasn’t a mess before she closed the compact and slid it back into her clutch. Turning to face me, she raised her brow.
“You made up that story about promising your director this limo in order to make sure you’d be able to stay with us tonight, didn’t you?”
I liked that she knew when I was full of shit. “Guilty as charged,” I admitted. “In case it wasn’t already obvious, I’m very, very interested in you.”
“I’m interested in you, too,” she answered. “Whatever this is, I don’t have it in me to ignore it.”
I grinned as though she’d just told me I’d won an Oscar. Honestly, having her be so genuine made me feel like a winner. I loved that she didn’t play games or try to disguise her interest behind some coquettish bullshit. What was happening between Allie and me was more intense than anything I’d ever known. It meant something to me to know that she was feeling the same way—and that she was owning it. There was enough bullshit and games in Hollywood.
“I don’t think we’d have any luck ignoring this. It’s too big.”
Her face lit up as she giggle-snorted. “That’s what she said,” she quipped.
Fuck me. She was hot, and she had jokes. Allie was the full package, and I loved it.
When we got out of the limo to head into the Vanity Fair party, I did so counting down the seconds until I could get her alone again.5AllieI’d wanted to attend the Vanity Fair party ever since I was a little girl and had first seen it mentioned on television. It was one of the hottest tickets in town, with celebrities clamoring to be invited. I was finally here, on the same night my best friend had won an Oscar, and all I could think about was leaving to be alone with Vaughn. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think Morgan’s love bug was contagious, and I’d caught it—or at least the early, insanely hot attraction stage of it.
