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Although, I supposed that explained why she was so comfortable draping herself across me, and why I had my free hand buried in her hair, rubbing circles across her scalp.
God, I didn’t even know her last name, but I knew I wanted to fuck her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
“I went to Grand Valley for college,” I said, returning to myself, ignoring the ache in my cock enough to answer her question. “And then MSU for grad school. After college, I moved out to California for a job, and now I’m back for a job.”
“What kind of job?” I opened my mouth to answer, but she held up her hand. “No, let me guess!”
Her golden eyes narrowed, sweeping over my face and body as though my physical appearance would yield the answers she sought. She even reached out to sweep her hands over my shoulders, arms, and chest, and dug her fingers deep in the mass of my red-brown hair. I laughed but didn’t stop her; I loved when she touched me, and I loved even more that she felt so comfortable doing so. At last, her gaze returned to mine, and she said, “Finance.”
My jaw dropped open. “How…”
She shrugged, taking a little sip of her wine. “It’s a gift.”
“You are…so unexpected.”
Amara blinked at me, cocking her head to the side so her curtain of dark, heavy hair fell over her shoulder, fanning out along the length of my forearm. “How so?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I answered honestly. “All I know is I hadn’t intended to meet anyone tonight, much less anyone like you.”
“Like me?”
I shifted my hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, then leaned forward until my lips brushed the shell. “Sexy. Sassy. Smart. Someone I could spend hours talking to.” I dropped my voice lower. “Someone I want spread out beneath me as soon as possible.”
A shiver passed through her, and I chuckled.
“We’re drunk at a bar, Cal,” she said, pulling away enough to look me dead in the eye, though still close enough that only a few inches separated my mouth from hers. “Will you still want to talk to me in the morning?”
“Why don’t we find out?”
The words were out of my mouth before I could second guess them, and Amara’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Is that an invitation?” she asked.
“Do you want it to be?”
“Badly.”
Abruptly, I stood and withdrew my wallet from my pocket, taking out a bill and throwing it across the table at Aaron, my eyes never leaving Amara’s.
“For whatever I owe,” I told Aaron.
“You don’t owe me anything, dipshit,” Aaron said, rising and stuffing the bill into the pocket on my button up, patting my chest with a wink and a glance at Amara. “Go spend it on your girl.”
This time, only one of Amara’s eyebrows rose. “So I’m your girl now?”
“For tonight, anyway,” I said with a smirk before I grabbed her hand and towed her from the bar.
I only lived a few blocks away in downtown Traverse City, and soon we were pushing through the door of my condo. Before I could get my bearings, kick my shoes off, or even attempt to show Amara around—not that there was much to see since much of my belongings were still packed and I’d had zero time or energy to decorate—she had me backed against the wall, and her mouth was on mine.
I inhaled deeply as I kissed her back, my hands roaming her body, stamping every sensation of this moment on my memory so I could revisit them over and over when we were apart. If this was all I got from her, if this wound up being a fluke brought on by too much cherry whiskey, I didn’t want to forget a thing.
Her perfume was some sexy, spicy blend, so at odds with the usual floral notes I’d come to expect from women’s colognes. And my god, her body. Her full breasts flattened against me, her chest tapering into a trim waist before once again flaring out into curvy thighs and an ass I wanted to sink my teeth into. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at it, but I already knew it was perfect.
And her hair was a fucking dream. Like I’d been wanting to do all night, I grabbed a handful and wrapped it around my fist, angling her head where I wanted her.
She ran her tongue along the seam of my mouth and I opened for her, brushing my tongue against hers and swallowing the moan she released. She tasted incredible, something bright and refreshing mixed with the spicier notes of the shots we’d done.
“What kind of wine were you drinking?” I asked, pulling away to nip a path across her cheek, along her jaw, and down the column of her throat.
