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“Hi!” I flashed him a wide grin, hopping out of the car.
“Hi, beautiful. I’m happy you’re home.” He kissed me, lips warm and filled with passion. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, taking my breath away. We kissed there in the garage, pawing each other. Will me pressed me against the car, burying his fingers in my hair, and I gripped the base of his neck. This was what I loved about us, how we connected immediately as soon as we were together.
Each stroke of his hands along my arms left my skin tingling and begging for more. I pressed into him, hooking my hands around his neck.
Lo and behold, he was ready for me, hard and bulging against his pants.
I fought the anxious thoughts threatening to unravel my plans. Determined to stay the course, I pressed my hands against Will’s chest and pushed him back. “Let’s get inside. I brought us a little something.” I bent into the car to retrieve the tequila. Will took hold of my hips and ground his erection into my ass.
“Damn, baby, I want you fucking bad.” He rubbed against me, groaning in his throat. I held still, letting him get worked up. Feeling him turned me on right along with him.
“You’re going to mess your pants if you keep at it.” I teased, pushing into him as I rose.
Will turned me around. Before I could blink, his mouth crashed to mine and I was swept off my feet. He closed the car door with his hip and carried me inside the house. I melted into his body, kissing him desperately.
He set me on my feet and stared at me with desire-filled eyes. His hot gaze heated every nerve in my body. “What’s this?” He took the brown paper bag, a curious glint in his eyes as he slid the bottle out. “Don Julio. Nice.”
“Let’s do shots.”
He lifted my hand to his lips, dark eyes locked on mine.
“Jesus, you’re turning me on.”
“That’s the plan.” Will winked, retreating into the kitchen.
I fanned myself, warmth pooling between my legs. But I had to stay focused. If Will got wind my pussy was throbbing with need for him, he’d have me laid out on the sofa within seconds. His cock would be so deep inside me, the world would fade away. Right along with my plan to give him the blow job of his life. Or so I hoped it would be.
He returned with the bottle and two shot glasses. “This will be fun.” He poured, then handed me one. “To us!”
We raised our glasses, clinked them, and swallowed.
“Wow!” I sucked in a breath, putting my hand on chest. My face instantly heated. “I don’t usually do shots.”
“No?” He grinned, refilling our glasses. “This will be a lot of fun then.”
“Too much tequila will make me pass out… You’ve been warned.” I pressed the palm of my hand on my forehead, feeling feverish and relaxed—excellent.
“Noted.” He grabbed the sound system remote and music started. “To the best year of our lives.” We raised our glasses and downed the mind-numbing drink.
I sucked in air again as if it would defuse the fire in my chest. “That one wasn’t so bad.”
Chris Brown’s voice filled the living room. Will took my hand and spun me in a circle. The lyrics resonated with me on a level I’d not experienced before. I did need to loosen up my body.
“Let’s dance into the New Year.” We didn’t have long, maybe fifteen minutes. Two shots and I felt light as a feather, my goal not forgotten but reinforced.
Will got me going in a conga. His hands radiated on my hips as we moved in unison to the beat and danced around the room. The glow of the moon bouncing off the water mirrored my hopeful heart. I knew one more shot would send all my inhibitions into orbit.
I couldn’t get enough of dancing with Will. It was the sexiest thing he did.
The song ended, and Will’s hips gyrated against my ass to the next song. I always loved the Latin influences in Santana’s music. I arched into his chest, arms above my head, welcoming his hands all over my body.
With slow, seductive strokes, his hands glided up and down my legs. I closed my eyes as he swirled his pelvis against me, revving up my arousal. The heat of his body sent sizzling spasms between my legs.
What would he do if he knew I wasn’t wearing panties? Thinking of the possibilities turned me on even more. Like his velvety tongue driving me wild as he unfolded me. How could he stir me up this way? My nipples peaked and my skin was beyond sensitive. Every brush of his hand threatened to make me come.
“Will…another shot,” I requested, tilting my head up to his chin. I needed to get this blow job started and face my fears.
I wobbled when he left me without saying a word. Seconds later, another shot glass was in my hand, and I drank it down before he could say anything. “One more, please…” I pushed the glass into his chest.
