Reece looks down at my hand and then back up to me. He raises an eyebrow, considering the gesture I’ve just made. Like it or not, I’ve made a very specific, very bold move. I’ve done something that will, like it or not, change everything between us.
“And what is it you think I came for?” He asks, lowering his voice. It’s
husky now. Heated. He’s aroused. A quick glance at his crotch shows me just how excited this conversation really is making him, but I don’t mind at all.
I don’t mind making Reece wiggle.
I just hope that soon, he’ll be doing it underneath me.
Perhaps the drinking has gone to my head because when I lean over and whisper in his ear, I know that I’m making a bad choice: a naughty choice. I know I’m doing something wrong, something terrible, but I can’t seem to stop myself. What I want is him. When I want it is right now. What I need is everything.
I need everything.
“I think you came here to kneel in front of me,” I tell him.
“Is that right?”
“Reece, I’m not wearing panties, and my pussy is so wet,” I tell him. My legs are crossed, but he glances at my skirt anyway. If I were to spread my legs, to open them, he’d see that I’m not lying. I’m being very honest.
“What are you doing to me, Sabrina?”
“I want you to lick me,” I tell him. “We can leave right now if you like, Reece. You just say the word.”
It’s up to him.
It’s his choice.
I’m not going to try to trick him into thinking I’m not interested because with Reece, I’m very interested. Is it a conflict of interest? Yep. Absolutely. It’s a total and complete conflict of interest, but I’m so past caring that it doesn’t matter. If I can get him to touch me, to play with me, to tease me, then I will be so very happy.
And for a little while, everything will be okay.
“I want to lose myself in you,” I tell him.
“Come with me,” he says.
He stands, dropping money on the counter. It’s enough to pay for my drinks and then some.
“A gentleman,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Have a good night, you two,” the bartender says, sweeping up the money.
“I think we will,” Reece says, looking at me. “I think we will have a very good night.”
He offers me his arm and I take it eagerly. We walk quickly to the door of the bar and then step outside into the chilly evening air. It’s brisk out, and a little nippy, but I don’t even care. We take maybe five steps from the door before I push him up against the side of the building and I cup his face.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“I’m sure.”
“We don’t have to do this,” I whisper. “If you have any doubts, or you aren’t sure, or you don’t want things to change between us.”
“Sabrina,” he says. “I’m ready.”
I kiss him then, pressing my mouth to his, and the groan that escapes his lips makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. It makes me feel like nothing that could possibly happen will be better than this moment. It makes me feel like everything is going to be just fine. It’s going to be perfect.
Chapter Two
Reece