Destroys me.
I smile and lock my knees, my act in full force. Pretending that it’s just me and him, when after tonight, there will be no more us. I’m promised to another, when I always meant to be promised to Spencer. “To the future.”
He clinks his glass against mine and we each drink, our gazes locked on each other. He sips while I chug, draining the glass within seconds, then setting it on the counter. I grab the bottle and give myself a refill and turn to offer more to Spence, but he’s barely touched his champagne.
Shrugging, I fill the glass too much, causing it to overflow. Laughing, I grab my glass, not caring that champagne is spilling everywhere. All over the counter. My coat. My neck. My lips. I drink and drink, growing hotter with every swallow.
“Why are you wearing a coat, Syl?” he asks, snatching the empty glass out of my hand before I can pour myself yet another one.
I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had, but I know it’s not enough.
“Hey.” I glare at him. “I want more.”
“Take off your coat. Stay a while. We’ve got all night.”
He doesn’t understand. I don’t have all night. I probably have a couple of hours, tops, before I must return home. Mother’s doing God knows what, leaving me to my own devices, which was her first mistake. I took the opportunity to make my escape, knowing this was my last chance. My last night.
With Spencer.
“You want me to take off my coat?” It’s constructed of thick black wool, with a faux fur collar and a belt cinched tightly at the waist, reminding everyone how horribly thin I am.
“Aren’t you hot?” A dark brow shoots up as he contemplates me.
“Just you wait.” I untie the belt and shrug the coat off of me, so it lands in a pile at my feet.
Revealing that I’m completely naked. An offering to the only man I can stand touching me.
His eyes go wide, and he shifts them up to mine, never breaking our stare. “Sylvie…”
I step toward him, slinging my arms around his neck, brushing my naked body against his. “Fuck me, Spence.”
“What are you doing?” He keeps his gaze glued on my face, his hands resting lightly on my hips. As if he’s afraid to touch me.
“I want you.” I rise on tiptoe and press my mouth to his, my eyes tightly closed. He returns the kiss for only a second, then jerks his head back. I fall back onto my heels, my eyes opening to find his gaze full of concern as he studies me, and I hate it. I don’t want him worried. I want him to fuck me. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“What happened? Tell me.”
He’s too smart. He can always figure me out.
“Nothing.” I smile, reaching between us to settle my hand over his burgeoning erection. I can make him hard, just by looking at me.
“You’re lying.” His voice is irritatingly calm and I suddenly want to scream. Pull my hair out and ask why life has to be so damn unfair.
“I swear, you’re the only man I know who would question a naked girl’s motives. Don’t you get it? I want to consummate our relationship, Spence. Haven’t I teased you long enough?” I smile at him, my limbs growing languid, thanks to the alcohol mixing with the pills I took earlier. Though I need to be careful. I don’t want to pass out and miss all the fun. “No other man would do this. They’d pick me up and take me straight to bed.”
“I know how you are, Syl. You’re worrying me.”
“I’m fine.” I clear my throat. “Really. Just fine.”
Maybe if I say it enough, I’ll start to believe it.
“Fine?”
“Yes.” I stand taller, suddenly desperate to down more champagne. “Now take me to bed.”
He snags my hand and pulls me even closer to him, his lips curled into a lecherous smile as he whispers, “Who says I want to fuck you in a bed?”
I blink up at him, trying to ignore the sudden throb between my legs. “I’m a young, virginal girl. You want to…what? Take me against a wall? Fuck me right here in the kitchen, maybe?” I pull out of his embrace and haul myself onto the kitchen counter, the marble cold beneath my butt. “Come here.” I reach for him, but he’s not close enough. “Let’s test the height.”