“Hot.” I look her up and down because I feel like I have permission to do so. “Definitely hot.”
She smiles, liking my answer.
“Give me a sec. I just have to grab my bag.”
She turns, and I watch her fantastic ass as she walks back into her room. She’s wearing a dark-red halter top that is very low cut, showing off her ample cleavage as well as her entire back. It stops just at the top of her tiny skirt, so when she moves, I get glimpses of her toned stomach. Her thighs are on full display, and she’s paired the whole death-of-me ensemble with sky-high red stilettos.
Oh, and did I mention the fuck-me red of her lips? Yeah, she’s got that going too. She’s a siren, and I’m screwed.
“Ready,” she announces with a proud smile.
“Can you actually walk in those shoes?” I gesture at her crazy hooker heels.
“Short women get used to wearing psychotic heels. It’s the only way we feel tall.” She looks up at me. “See, I’m almost cheek height.”
“Not exactly, but we’ll go with it for now.”
She smacks my arm, then loops hers through mine.
“Dick,” she mutters playfully. “We can’t all be blessed with good looks and height. Some of us have to work for it.”
“Uh. Other than the height, you don’t have to work for anything. You’re the most naturally beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” The second the words are out of my mouth, I regret them, but she just nuzzles her head on my arm for a second instead of giving me a look that says I crossed the line.
“Thanks. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me,” she looks up at me with her light-blue eyes that I could happily get lost in. “You look great by the way. Totally hot. I’m digging the whole dark and mysterious thing you’re rocking tonight.” Her hand waves up and down my body, and I laugh at her description. I want to scoop her up in my arms and press my lips to hers. Devour every perfect inch.
This unrequited stuff sucks.
The restaurant is big and trendy, and we both drink more than our weight in alcohol. Hers in apple martinis and mine in whiskey, so by the time we make it back to our hotel and into the line for the club, we’re drunk. We’re smiling and laughing and touching, and generally having a great fucking time.
We get in about twenty minutes later and she immediately drags me over to a dark sitting area with short white couches and purple mood lighting. Multicolored laser beams of light streak across the room to a synchronized rhythm.
The music in this section is a steady beat of heavy house bass and we have to shout at each other to hear anything. I think she gets frustrated with the whole talking thing because she eventually rolls her eyes and grabs my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor full of gyrating bodies.
And then she begins to dance.
Rolling her hips and raising her arms above her head and closing her eyes, and I can’t stop watching her move, because it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Did I mention how drunk we are?
Because I do something I know I shouldn’t, but can’t for the life of me talk myself out of. I reach out and put my hands on her hips, pulling her into me and moving my body with hers.
Her glassy eyes open to my touch, and a big beautiful smile lights up her face.
She’s into this. Us dancing together. So that’s exactly what we do.
We dance and move and even grind a little. My hands roam all over her hips, her ribs, the skin of her stomach and back. Anywhere I feel like I can get away with touching her, I do.
And she touches me too.
My arms, my back, my chest, and when her fingers glide into my hair, I have to stifle my moan. That’s always been a weakness of mine, and it feels unbelievable.
We’re both sweaty when the song morphs into a slower more hypnotic beat. I think she’s going to ask to sit down, given the seductive nature of the music, but she shocks the shit out of me by resting her head on my chest and snaking her arms around my lower back. Her hips are moving, and my hands automatically glide down the exposed silky skin of her back until they stop just above her ass.
I’m holding her in the dark, surrounded by strangers who are practically dry fucking all around us.
My heart rate starts to climb, and I know she can feel it because her ear is pressed right above it. Katie’s hand glides up my chest, resting next to her head on my peck, and I reach up with one of my hands to hold it. She lets me. I know it’s just because she is drunk, but I can’t help the goddamn want that is swirling around inside of me.
Katie is like a drug I can’t seem to get enough of, and even though I know I need to quit, I can’t. I’m addicted to this. To her smell, her feel, the way she moves against me, all of it. I want more, and I can’t have it, and that just sucks.
The song ends all too soon, and she pulls back, her eyes sleepy, hair tussled, and crazy sexy.
“I’m tired,” she says during a brief break in the music.
I check my watch and see that it is well past two in the morning. “Let’s get you to bed then, sleepy girl.”
“I had so much fun tonight, Ryan. This has been the best,” she grins, half-asleep as we walk through the hotel over toward the elevators that lead up to our rooms. Once again our rooms are next to each other, and the thought of her sleeping on the other side of the wall isn’t doing me any favors.
“I did too, sweetheart.”
My fingers glide through her hair as she rests her heavy head against my side. Leaning down, I press my lips to the top of her head, relieved she’s so short that even with stilettos, her lips aren’t more accessible. I need a distraction, and if it wasn’t so late, I might actually consider going back into the club to pick someone up.
“If I tell you something, will you not speak of it again and pretend like it never happened?”
I smile at her cuteness and kiss the top of her head again before we step off the elevator onto our floor. “Promise.”
She sighs heavily into me. “I miss sex.” My eyes widen, and I suppress a groan, because this girl is killing me. My cock hears her words, thickening against the zipper of my pants, and I nearly groan again. “Part of me thinks I should just find someone and get it over with. You know, rip the Band-Aid off, but the other part of me has been holding onto it. Afraid to experience that with someone else.” She sighs again, leaning into me a little more and our walk has all but stalled in the hallway. “What if I’m bad at it?”
I chuckle softly at the absurdity of those words.
“No, I mean it.” She stops me, pulling away and looking at me earnestly. “I’ve only ever been with Eric. What if I’m not good at sex?”
I cup her face with my hand so she’s force to look into my eyes. “You will be,” I tell her honestly, because I know this beyond a shadow of a doubt. “No one who moves their body the way I saw you move yours tonight could possibly be bad in bed.” I’m desperate to offer up my services as a test, but I keep quiet because I know she’ll say no and laugh it off and then things could get weird between us. “You’re an incredible woman, Katie. Beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, a bit of a wiseass. The whole package.” My fingers glide down her face because I can’t seem to stop them. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. “When you do decide to have sex again, it should be with someone worthy of you, not a meaningless fuck.”