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Her eyes widen just enough that I know she too is shocked to see me here. After a bit of an awkward pause, she subtly shakes her head. She doesn’t want anyone to know that we know each other.
I give my best fake smile. “Nice to meet you ladies.” I have to shout. “I brought tequila shots for everyone.” They all yell out their thanks.
I look around the table. Wow, her sisters are beautiful too. Both of their hair colors are lighter than Harley’s, and Reagan has blue eyes, but they undoubtedly resemble one another, and they’re most definitely an extremely attractive family.
David’s girlfriend Reagan hands out the shots, along with the salt and limes. We all silently cheers our shot glasses because we can’t hear anything, and down our shots.
I move into the booth at the end next to Harley. The music is so loud that you can only hear the person right next to you. She leans into my ear. “Please don’t say anything. I don’t want my sisters to know.”
“Okay.” My eyes make a slow path down her body. I can’t help myself. Her body calls to me. I adjust my jeans, as I can feel them getting tight. I can’t believe the effect she has on me.
She looks down and knows exactly what’s happening to me. I see her chest rise and fall a little faster and deeper, as her cheeks redden. She rubs her legs together. She’s feeling the same thing. I can see it.
I know that I lack control in close proximity to her. It doesn’t help matters that we’re in an environment that affords us some anonymity, despite the crowd size.
I find myself needing to touch her. I put my hand on her upper thigh under the table where no one else can see. She doesn’t stop me. Instead, she closes her eyes, and even with the insane noise level, I hear her let out a small moan.
She places her hand over mine, rubbing it with her thumb. We stay like that for a few songs. She even moves my hand a little bit higher on her thigh.
It’s nice to just be able to touch each other. Neither of us wants it to end. I need more though. I need to touch more of her body.
At some point, I whisper in her ear. “Let’s go get a drink.” She looks me in the eyes and nods. Though I can’t hear her, she clearly tells her sisters that we’re headed over to the bar.
We make our way around the dance floor, which must have a thousand people out there by now. Once we’re out of sight, I take her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. She doesn’t stop me.
I know she’s struggling with control, just as I am. The attraction we share is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s palpable.
We approach the bar, and I order eight more tequila shots, two for Harley and me to drink now, and six for all of us at the table. I hand her one, nodding my head indicating that she should take it now. She looks at me while she seductively licks the salt off her hand, just ahead of taking the shot.
Watching it slide down her throat is so damn hot. Watching her lick her lips afterward is even hotter. I’m pretty sure that I visibly gulp, and she notices. I lick my lips. She notices that too. Her mouth is open, and her face is flushed.
I assume she’s going to hand me the lime and salt when she’s done, but she doesn’t. She looks me dead in the eye, licks the lime, and subtly spreads it across the top of the exposed part of her breasts. She then sprinkles the salt across it. It sticks to her breasts in invitation.
I grab her hips and pull her close to me. I bend my head down and slowly lick across the top of her. I think we both moan. I know that I do. I’m desperate to pull her dress down to lick lower. I’m desperate to do anything to keep my mouth and hands on her.
I down the shot of tequila. She puts the lime into my mouth. She doesn’t pull back though. She slowly trails her fingers down my lips, down my chin, and then across my neck to the top of my chest. I see her struggling, wanting to touch more of me. She keeps her hand on my chest as she runs her gaze down and then back up my body.
I pull the lime out and move my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to drop the shots at the table. I’ll tell them you went to the bathroom. Meet me on the side of the dance floor closest to the back exit. It’s out of their line of vision.” She nods her head.
I make my way back to the table and drop the shots down. Skylar looks behind me. “Where’s Harley?”
“I think she said she was going to the bathroom. I saw a friend of mine. I’m heading to the dance floor. I’ll see you guys in a few.” They nod in some form of acknowledgment, but I’m not sure they can hear me, or care to hear me.
I make my way toward the dance floor area near the back. I don’t see her. I try to look through the crowd, but I still can’t find her. There are so many people here.
All of a sudden, I feel arms snake around my waist from behind, and work their way down to my thighs.
I can smell Harley. I’ve come to love that smell of vanilla and strawberries. It permeates every space she inhabits. It fills the lab when she’s working in there. It fills my classroom. It fills my office. I have a visceral reaction to that delicious smell.
We’re swaying our hips to the beat as she works her way up and across my chest. I grab her hands, quickly turning us so that my front is now to her back. I wrap one arm around her waist, and pull her tight to my body, as we continue to sway to the beat. With the other arm, I take my hand and move her hair out of the way. She tilts her head to the side. I move my lips and tongue across her neck. She tastes so good.
We’re dancing just as we did the night we met, with me wrapped around her, my hands on her body, and my lips on her neck. She grinds her ass against me, as she lifts one of her hands and grabs onto the back of my hair, pulling me closer. Her other hand runs up and down my thigh.
We stay like this for a while, enjoying the close proximity we’ve both clearly craved. I eventually kiss my way towards the front of her neck. As I do, she slowly turns around in my arms.
She runs all her fingers through my hair and grips it, pulling my face toward hers. Our lips come together. I immediately slip my tongue into her mouth. Oh god she tastes so good. I nearly forgot how great she tastes.
We have a substantial height difference, so I’m bent all the way down. I wrap my arms around her and lift her off the floor so that her face is at the same level as mine, even with me standing.
