“Oh,” she said softly.
Conversation lulled as we turned in a slow circle, moving to the rhythm of my friend’s guitar while he sang about falling for a girl who didn’t know he existed. The ballad, paired with the sunset and our slow dance, was romantic and seductive.
My plan had been to make it through the song, but I’d had this fucking desire for her burning in me for what felt like a century. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I said.
She nodded. It had always been a question before, but tonight was different.
“Now,” she pleaded.
I lowered my head and brought our mouths together in a kiss slow enough to match the sway of our bodies. The idea was to make it last. Tonight would be real—just us, and I wanted to savor it.
But it made no difference how slow and measured I moved. Once we started kissing, it lit the fuse. The dance was forgotten because we had more important things to do.
She clasped her hands on my face as I latched mine on her waist, using my grip to press our bodies together, crushing her dress to my suit and tie. Her mouth was so soft. So warm and inviting, and the little sigh of pleasure she gave when my tongue brushed against hers heated me up.
Her hands bristled over my jaw when I adjusted the angle of the kiss, deepening it. My pulse had been steadily building, just like the urgency inside me. Our kiss had started slow, but it grew needy and desperate.
Our hands couldn’t stay still either.
I wanted to be touching her everywhere, and it must have been the same for her. I grabbed fistfuls of her skirt, jerking it up so I could get at her legs, while she tried to peel me out of my suit coat. It meant I had to momentarily abandon my goal so I could let her get the coat off, but did she know this wasn’t a victory for her? I’d only let her win because the coat was halfway off, caught around my arms, restricting me.
It fell to the floor, and then I went right back to my task, finally getting a hand on her bare leg beneath all the fabric of her dress. Up it traveled, carrying her skirt until it was bunched over my forearm and my fingertips discovered lace and satin.
“I was wondering if you were naked under here,” I said.
Her fingers were working lose the knot of my tie, but they paused, and she gave me a pointed look. “I was supposed to be a virgin.”
Oh, yeah.
I smiled. “I’m glad you’re not tonight.”
“Me too.” Her hand trailed down the line of buttons on my shirt, over my belt, and landed on the bulge swelling beneath my fly. “This is a lot to take for a first time.”
Satisfaction over her touch and her words competed in my head, short circuiting my thoughts. “Is it? You took me like a champ our first time.”
“Oh, did I?” Heat seared up my spine when she squeezed and rubbed me through my pants. Her tone was dark and patronizing, but still sexy. “You were pleased with my performance, Colin?”
“It was just the hottest sex of my life.”
She froze. We’d been teasing each other, but whatever expression I was making, she could see I wasn’t kidding about this.
“It was for me, too,” she whispered. “I didn’t want it to be, though.”
“I know. I was pissed when you wouldn’t let me kiss you.”
Her expression was resigned. “Because I didn’t want to like you.”
I slipped my hand between her legs, caressing her through the thin satin, and watched her eyes hood with pleasure. “But you like me now.”
As I touched her clit, she grabbed my biceps and her head fell forward, planting her forehead on my shoulder. It was mumbled against my dress shirt. “God, I do.”
There it was. That fucking tremble of hers I loved so much.
She began to quiver as I pushed her panties to the side and touched her with nothing between us, finding her wet. Her hands tightened on my arms. Was she already having a hard time standing?
“You know, I’m torn,” I said, rubbing her fast enough it pulled a moan from her lips.
She was already breathing hard. “Between what?”
“Getting you naked or fucking you under this dress.”
Her only answer was another moan, and her body undulated, riding my hand. It was so hot. Of course, everything she did these days was sexy to me. I eased a finger inside her, enjoying the heat of her body and the gasp of satisfaction she gave.
“Do you have an opinion on that?” My tone was forced indifference, teasing her like this was a simple conversation and I wasn’t finger fucking her.
“Colin,” she whined.
Hearing my name on her breathless lips brought everything into focus. It sharpened the need inside me until it was white-hot, the only thing I could think about, and my body took control.