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I disagree, but I take the test tube in my hand. I clink it with his before downing it. It burns just as bad the second time as it did the first. My eyes close, and I shake my head at the sensation. I hand the test tube back to the waitress before I go back to dancing with Brent.
This time, when we dance, his hands have no boundaries as they travel over my body. Our dancing gets sloppier as the alcohol spreads through our bodies.
A slow song starts. I watch as others leave the dance floor to take seats at the few empty tables around the dance floor. I think it’s a good idea to take a break, too. I turn to move away from Brent, but he pulls me back.
“I want to kiss you,” he says a second before he plants his lips on mine.
His kiss isn’t soft or slow, like I would expect a first kiss to be. This kiss is urgent, warm, and wet. His tongue slips easily into my mouth as he tries to press me for more. I kiss him back, just with a little less passion than he is displaying.
The kiss is nice, but I don’t even know this man. I’ve never kissed a man I didn’t know before. I’ve hardly even kissed men before. And the few kisses I have had were nothing like this.
“Want to get out of here?” he asks when he releases my lips from his.
“Yes,” I reply automatically. I want to get out of this disgusting, noisy place. I want to go home. I want—
“Whoa,” Brent says as I take a step and trip over nothing. He catches me before I fall face-first onto the floor.
I grab my head that’s pounding from the loud music.
“I’ve got you,” he says, smiling. His blue eyes seem to twinkle at me as the disco lights bounce off them.
I smile. He looks good. I glance down his body again. His shirt fits tightly, giving me a peek at the hard body that lies underneath.
I want to see him naked, I think.
“I want to see you naked, too,” he says, winking at me.
Shit, did I just say that out loud? I have no idea, but I keep smiling brightly as Brent leads me out of the club and into the warm night air.
I’m forgetting something. The thought keeps playing over and over in my head. But I shake it away. There is nothing I need to remember. Right now, all I care about is getting out of here.
“My apartment is two blocks from here. Are you okay with walking?” he asks, staring down at my shoes.
I smile. I’ve walked plenty of runways in shoes twice as high. I can handle two blocks.
I wanted to go home though, not go to his place. I open my mouth to protest when his lips find mine again, silencing any thoughts of wanting to go home. His hungry mouth begs me to come home with him. His tongue teases my mouth with promises of pleasure that await the rest of my body once I get to his apartment.
I haven’t been with a guy in years—three years, to be exact. I haven’t had the pleasure of a guy bringing me to come while thrusting inside me since my high school boyfriend dumped me during my freshman year of college. It’s not that I haven’t had opportunities, but they have been few and far between. I’m not supposed to date. I’m not supposed to fall in love.
But this isn’t a date. And it sure as hell isn’t love.
It’s lust.
His hand brushes my long hair back as his lips move from my lips to my neck. He skims warm kisses over my soft flesh, sending warm chills over my body. I feel my desire for him growing in my belly. I want him—now. Maybe going home with him isn’t such a bad idea after all.
I reach for my phone in my purse, but I come up empty. It’s gone. I can’t ask what I should do. I’m on my own to decide.
I moan against his lips.
“Let’s go,” he says, making the decision for me.
He grabs my hand, and we begin walking the two blocks that should take less than five minutes to walk.
Between me stumbling in my heels and Brent stopping to kiss me against the wall of a building, it takes more like twenty minutes to reach his building. I stand, staring up at the ten-story building that seems to be swaying slightly even though a gentle breeze isn’t blowing. Not that wind would be able to move a building. Would it?
I close my
eyes hard before opening them again. The building seems to have stopped swaying in the few seconds my eyes were closed.
