The One Nighter(10)

By: Shauna Hart

She watched as the bartender placed two long, skinny glasses filled with a turquoise blue liquor in front of them. A cherry sat on top of the ice, the stem dangling over the side. Taking a sip, she let the sweet liquid slide down her throat.

“So, what’s the symbolism behind the cherry?” she asked.

He leaned over to grab the stem of the cherry, holding it up in front of her mouth. One eyebrow arched expectantly as he waited to see if she would take the bait.

“Well, if you eat it, you’ve…” He trailed off as he watched her mouth open, her tongue coming out to guide the cherry into her mouth.

He let out a breath as her lips closed around the red fruit. After she swallowed, she met his gaze, a mischievous twinkle lighting her blue eyes.

“Let me guess, you’ve popped her cherry?” she provided with a smile.

He grinned sheepishly at her astute assessment. “Well, no one ever said that drinks were politically correct,” he admitted.

She took another drink, her eyes meeting his over the rim of the glass. When she put it back on the bar, she nodded.

“That’s true. Drinks are meant to tease, to entice, not to make political statements,” she replied.

She grabbed the stem of the cherry holding it up in front of him. “So?”

He leaned in, his tongue circling the cherry before pulling it into his mouth.

“Did it work? Does it entice you?” she baited.

He tilted his head to the side, his gaze sliding over her body provocatively. “Not as much as other things,” he answered.

One of her eyebrows arched up playfully. “Like?” she prodded.

He leaned in so that his body was so close to hers that they were almost touching. “I think you know,” he said, his voice lowering to a sexy rumble.

Her nipples tightened. She shouldn’t be flirting with him, but she didn’t have the strength to stop. She had been fighting this thing between them and it had only gotten worse. Maybe if she gave in, she could finally get him out of her system?

“What do you plan to do about it?”

He took a step forward, letting his body brush against hers. His eyes darkened. She leaned back against the wall, her body softening. When her eyes met his, she knew she was lost. Maybe she had been from the moment she’d accepted his invitation tonight? All she knew was that right now she wanted to feel his body against hers. She wanted to taste his mouth on hers.

And when he leaned in, his gaze focused on her lips, she couldn’t think of one single reason why she should stop him.

His lips pressed against hers tentatively, then with more force. His hands smoothed over her waist before pulling her against him more fully. She could feel the length of his erection against her middle, and her clit swelled in response. Her hands slid over the muscles of his arms to circle around his neck. His tongue delved between the barrier of her lips, sweeping through her mouth to taste her.

She could feel the moisture between her legs as her tongue tangled with his in a sensual dance. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, thrilling at the sweet friction they created. His low groan was muffled inside her mouth.

Dear God, she wanted him.

So, when he led her to the bathrooms at the end of the hall, she didn’t even think about stopping him. Luckily, the bathroom was only equipped to service one person at a time.

Once inside, he shut the door and flipped the lock. He backed her up against the counter, his mouth never leaving hers. His hand slid up her ribcage to cup her breast, his thumb grazing the hard nipple. She moaned into his mouth.

But still, it wasn’t enough.

She wanted more.

Her fingers deftly undid the buttons of his shirt, letting her greedy hands roam over the hard planes of his chest. His head fell back, his eyes closing as she rubbed her thumbs over his nipples. When her hands moved lower to his stomach, he hissed in a shaky breath.

She knew she should stop.

She knew that she was on a one-way trip to disaster.

But the weird thing was, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

His hands molded her breasts only seconds before she felt his fingers on the buttons of her shirt. She felt a cool rush of air as he pulled it open. He undid the front clasp on her bra, pushing the cups open to reveal her. Her nipples tightened as his gaze devoured her. Then his mouth blazed a trail of fire down her neck and across her collarbone before settling over the one place that begged for his attention. His tongue snaked over her nipple, circling it, before sucking it into the warm hollow of his mouth. Her head fell back as a low moan escaped her lips.