"We ran straight through that game and into another dimension when you admitted you had sex on a kid's playground," I clap back.
Aiming a glare at me, she replies, "What about you on a soccer field? Plenty of kids could've caughtyouthere."
I let out a snort. "Yeah. Kidsmy own age, who would've congratulated me for banging the hottest senior in school when I was just a sophomore."
Now it's her jaw that drops and her eyes that widen. Then… she bursts out laughing.
"Oh my God," she gasps on a giggle. "And I thought my game was good. That's amazing."
"Trust me, your game is just fine," I mutter, taking a drink of my own, nearly-forgotten beer.
A massive grin stretches across her face. "If I nailed you then I guess it has to be."
At that, I drop my arm along the back of her barstool and lean in close, close enough that my lips graze the shell of her ear and I can hear the way her breath catches. With my foot still resting on the back rung of the stool, she's caged in.
And she knows it, because a shiver runs through her.
"I don't remember you being the one doing the nailing," I murmur, my nose lazily tracing her cheekbone. "If I remember correctly,Iwas the one nailing you against the wall."
Another shiver, this time with the added reaction of her knuckles turning white as she tightens her grip on the beer bottle. And when her chest starts to rapidly rise and fall with her breaths, I make a game time decision.
Pulling away from her, I wave the bartender down. "Can I close out my tab, please?"
"Always so polite," Dani says with a laugh. But the sound is breathless, some of her cockiness fading in the face of the growing heat between us.
I lean over to whisper in her ear again. "Say that again in five minutes when I'm disrespecting the fuck out of you in the back alley."
Her breath catches again, the sound louder this time. "Is that a euphemism?"
A grin slides across my face. "Funny. Not tonight—but good to know you're into that. Tonight, I want to feel how wet I can make that pussy before I fuck it."
"Oh my God," she whispers, finally giving up the last of her public-Dani persona.
And slipping into the one I suspect few have seen—the blissed out, lust-drunk Dani that only comes out to play when she's ready to give up the reins.
The bartender slides the check in front of me, winking as he says, "Have a good night, you two."
I scribble my signature and pocket my card, ignoring his comment because I'm too eager to get Dani outside as quickly as humanly possible. I grab her hand and drag her off the stool and out of the bar.
There's an alley beside the bar that stretches the length of it and connects to another alley running behind the row of buildings. I take a quick glance along the street to make sure no one will see us disappear, and then tug Dani into the alley.
Despite all my joking about liking public sex and the thrill of getting caught, I don't have any interest in getting arrested for public indecency. So I move us all the way to the end of it, deep into the shadows where you can't see us from the street.
And then I push Dani against the brick wall and take her lips with a hunger I don't think I've ever felt before.
She moans into the kiss, her arms winding around my neck and her lips opening to invite my tongue inside. I squeeze her hips and press her harder against the wall as I happily tangle my tongue with hers.
Fuck,she tastes like whiskey and the best night of my life.
Because she's wearing a dress, it's entirely too easy to run my hands from her hips to her thighs, until I'm gripping the end of her dress and pulling it up to her waist. I waste no time sliding my hand down the front of her thong. She's soaked, and the feeling makes me groan into our kiss.
"Dirty girl," I mutter against her lips. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're wet. What are you going to do when I fuck you?"
"I don't know, let's find out," she gasps, pulling me closer to her body.
"I want to play first," I growl, rubbing circles on her clit. "Be quiet and don't give us away."
She tries. I know she does. But the second I sink a finger into her, a moan slips out of her that would undoubtedly attract attention if there was anyone near the alley.