When they startedtheir second game of Mario Kart, Kristen snuck a glance over and up at the man she’d decided to sleep with tonight.
Not only hot as hell but he seemed like a fairly nice guy, too. That wasn’t exactly a requirement, and it might’ve been a little troubling considering the don’t get attached rule. Clearly, it would be somewhat easier if he were a man-whoring asshole.
“Hey, girl, got a fresh beer for you.”
Tori arrived in Kristen’s line of vision with a red cup in hand. Her friend glanced at Blake and then back at her, raising an eyebrow. A clear question of How’s it going?
Kristen took the drink, murmuring a quick, “Thanks,” before giving her friend a pointed get lost look.
The last thing she wanted was Blake intercepting any of their silent conversation. Though he’d have to be oblivious to not realize her interest. Her flirting hadn’t exactly been on the subtle level.
Though who had time for subtle? The mission was to have a one-night stand. In the morning, she’d hang out at the day spa with Tori, and they’d gab all about it. So much easier said than done.
With a tilt of the red cup, Kristen drank half the contents in a few swallows. As she set it onto the table beside her, she caught Blake watching her. Maybe it was her imagination, but he didn’t look all that pleased.
A tiny stab of shame hit, and she shrugged it off as bewilderment replaced it. She had nothing to feel embarrassed about. They were at a party, and everyone was drinking. Even Blake had been holding a drink earlier. Why would he be judging her? And it wasn’t like she was setting out to get lit. This was literally her second beer.
Since there were more people who wanted to play Mario Kart, they finished up their second game and handed it off to a couple of clearly wasted guys.
She needed to get things onto a more intimate level. “I need some fresh air. Is there a place we can go outside?”
Blake didn’t answer right away, and there was a mix of guardedness and interest in his eyes. “Yeah. If we go downstairs, we can slip out to the backyard. Come on, I’ll show you.”
She followed him downstairs, her pulse quickening as they made their way to the sliding door. Blake pushed it open and gestured for her to step outside first.
After flashing him a quick smile, she moved past him and stepped out to the patio. She drew in a breath of crisp Seattle air. Used to the dry heat of Vegas, she always welcomed the change.
As the door slid shut and the sounds of the party became muffled, the realization of just how alone they were sank in.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach flipped. How did she do this? Should she make the next move? Was he waiting for her to? Or had she been obvious enough that—
Blake closed the distance between them in an instant, sliding one arm around her waist and cupping the back of her neck with a large hand.
“I’m liking this fresh-air idea.” His soft words caressed her lips right before his mouth did.
Well, that answers that question.Her pulse skyrocketed. Clearly, Blake was all over making the first move.
In a firm and confident kiss, he coaxed her mouth open with a flick of the tongue before he set out on a tender exploration inside.
While he hadn’t wasted time in deepening the kiss, unlike many of the guys she’d dated, it felt completely natural. Sensual and thrilling. Tingles of awareness raced through her as he sucked lightly on her tongue before stroking his against it.
His hand, which had been on her waist, slid down to her ass. Cupping one cheek and squeezing lightly.
Desire, sharp and somewhat unfamiliar, began to grow in her belly. It mingled heavily with her growing nerves. Trying to be more confident, she pressed herself closer to him, laying her palms against his chest.
Hot damn, he is solid.
His mouth lifted from hers and down until he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the pulse in her neck. A small cry of surprise and pleasure escaped her, and she went boneless in his arms.
Oh God. He is good at this. Like really, really good at this.
This was heading toward her goal. A runaway train headed straight toward Orgasm Valley. Would they do it in the grass? Against the porch railing?
A trickle of uncertainty slid through her at those ideas.
Oh.
Maybe the first time would’ve been easier in a bed, but right now, with lust at the helm, her body wasn’t really going to protest the exact deflowering location.