“It’s my pleasure,” he purrs, his smirk shifting into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. “I’m Drew.” He extends his empty hand, and I give him mine.
“I’m Mia,” I tell him as he raises our hands and stands, interlocking our fingers. His grip is firm and strong, his fingers long and thick, which makes me wonder if the saying is true about hands and feet and—
“Dance with me, Mia,” he croons, stepping so close our bodies are flush against each other. My eyes glide up his tall frame. I’m five-foot-four with a few added inches thanks to my heels, and he’s still a good head taller than me.
His eyes dance with lust, and I find myself nodding in agreement. He reaches for my still full drink, but before he can take it, I down it in one gulp, the burn of the alcohol giving me a false sense of confidence.
I set my drink on the bar top and then he guides us to a somewhat empty part of the dance floor. His arms wrap around my waist, and he grinds his body against mine to the music.
For the next couple hours Drew and I dance and drink and laugh. We don’t talk about anything of consequence, and I’m okay with that. We simply have a good time.
And when we find our way to a darkened corner of the club and his mouth crashes against mine, his tongue delving between my parted lips, I push aside my need to fit in, my messed up family, and my attraction to my best friend, and allow myself to get lost in the moment, in the here and now.
I stay lost in the moment when he breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “I have a room upstairs…” He leaves the statement hanging, but I know what he’s trying to say.
“Let’s go,” I say in response, refusing to second-guess myself.
He entwines his hand in mine and pulls me down the hallway and up the stairs. There’s a single door at the top and, after unlocking it, we enter. It’s a small room, with only a single dresser on one side, a kitchenette on the other, and a queen-sized bed in the center.
“I just moved here,” he says. “This is just temp—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I crash my mouth against his. I should probably care why he’s staying here, or where he came from. But I know if I don’t get us back to where we were a few minutes ago, I’m going to overthink things and chicken out.
His hands find my butt and he lifts me, carrying me over to his bed. When the backs of my knees hit the side of the mattress, he sets me back down and drags the straps of my dress halfway down my arms.
His eyes meet mine, silently asking for permission to continue. Instead of answering him with words, since I’m so nervous, I would probably squeak, I pull my cell phone and credit card out of the top of my bra and set them on the bedside table. Then, I reach behind me and, with trembling hands, unzip my dress slightly, so the straps fall the rest of the way down, exposing my lacy bra.
Drew must see the way my hands are trembling because he takes them both and brings them to his lips, softly kissing my knuckles. The act allows me to take a deep breath, telling myself I can do this. I can be with a man… It’s what women my age do. They hook up, have one-night stands.
After kicking off my heels, I turn around and crawl up the middle of his bed. I should probably remove my dress, but I’m not ready yet. I’ve never been this brazen before, and I almost question if I’m making a fool out of myself, but when I glance back and see the smoldering look in Drew’s eyes, it gives me the courage to keep going. He clearly likes what he sees.
I flip over onto my back and Drew is on me, spreading my thighs and kneeling between them. He palms the side of my face with his strong hand and our lips reunite, his body sinking against mine. He tastes like whiskey and bad decisions, and nothing has ever tasted better.
His lips leave my own and he trails kisses down my jawline and across my collarbone. When he gets to my breasts, he plucks them both out of their cups and wraps his warm lips around one of my hardened nipples. He sucks on it, and it feels as though an electrical current is zapping through my body, straight to my center. I had no idea it could feel this good. I lift my chest slightly, wanting him to continue, and he chuckles against my flesh.
While he laps and licks at my breasts, his hand slides down my body, landing at the apex of my thighs. His fingers trail along the seam of my panties and then dip in between my legs. I spread my thighs farther, assuming he’s going to finger me, but instead he pulls them out and breaks our kiss. He brings his glistening wet fingers to his mouth and parts his lips. “Fuck, you taste good,” he says, making a show of licking my arousal off his digits. “I think I’m going to need a better taste.”
In response, my thighs clench in need. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I pull it off his shoulders. He understands my intentions and quickly strips out of his jacket and button-down shirt. His upper body is beautiful. All toned and muscular. He’s got a perfect set of six-pack abs, and that delicious V women always talk about.
He drops his hands to either side of my
