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“They’re almost gone,” Jay says in a low tone, and I find myself focusing in on his lips. I’ve probably had one bourbon too many, but I’m not too drunk to know what I want.
“Should we have a little taste right now?” I ask, leaning forward so that Jay only has to move an inch or two to meet my lips.
Jay’s hand slides up my arm to my elbow, and he squeezes my arm gently as his lips meet mine. As he slowly kisses me, his soft lips ignite the rest of my body. I want him, all of him. This kiss is amazing, but at the same time, it isn’t enough.
I’ve always wanted to kiss him, and now that I’m finally doing it, my body doesn’t want me to stop.
I slide my hands up his arms, pausing at his biceps to squeeze his muscles gently. Then, someone calls for a check, and Jay breaks away. He doesn’t immediately run over to his customer, though. He lingers, for just a moment, his dark eyes meeting mine. As though in apology, he squeezes my hand before heading over to deal with the last of his customers.
I use the last few minutes by myself to make a quick trip to the bathroom and freshen up my hair and lips. I’m wearing a lacy, red lingerie set, and I can’t wait to see the look on Jay’s face when he sees it.
While in front of the mirror, I briefly think about the doubts that are flooding my mind, then I release them. There’s no time for doubt when a man who looks like Jay is offering himself to me.
I give my hair one last fluff. I think I feel more excitement than nerves, but it’s hard to tell. There’s one thing I know for sure. After all these years of thinking about Hannah’s sexy older brother, from a school crush to a memory to the reality in front of me, I’m finally going to have Jay. I take a deep breath, steadying myself before heading back out to the bar.
As I walk back, I see Jay finishing up with the last customer, his eyes catching mine with a promise that makes my heart race. I watch the last customer rise unsteadily from his barstool and stumble out into the night before turning to Jay. He’s grabbing a couple of dirty glasses and piling them in the dishwasher.
I reach the other side of the bar, and the counter feels like too much between us. I place a hand on it and push myself up until I’m sitting on the counter. Swinging my feet around, I’m facing Jay.
Jay leaves the glasses unwashed, his gaze intense as his eyes comb down my body, stopping at my knees and moving back up. The way he looks at me sends shivers down my spine.
Jay leans forward on the counter, wrapping his arms around my waist and gripping my ass tightly.
His voice is a low rumble now, and it makes my pulse quicken. "All set. Shall we?"
"Let's.” I don’t want to spend any more time talking. We’ve done enough talking tonight.
He takes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring as he pulls me toward him. I wrap my legs around him, and it’s clear that just looking at me has made him hard.
He holds me securely under my ass, and our lips meet again. But this time, there is no sense of propriety because others are watching. We are alone, and I kiss him like this might be my last chance to ever kiss anyone.
The kiss is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Our lips battle for dominance until I feel like I can’t breathe.
Jay’s hands start to wander. I feel his fingertips plucking at my bra straps under my dress. Each little twang sends a new wave of desire through me.
I try to pull back, try to catch my breath, but Jay just pulls me closer to him, biting my bottom lip so that I moan softly.
“Jay,” I try to say, but he doesn’t let me. He captures my mouth with his again, and his hands begin to explore me as fully as they can with our clothes still on. Well, if he’s touching me, then I want to touch him.
As he cradles my breasts one at a time in his hand, squeezing them gently, I reach for him. His arms are muscles piled on top of lean muscles, and I can feel them moving as I place my hands on them. Knowing he is strong, that he could pick me up and do whatever he wants with me makes me even wetter.
I want to grab Jay’s hand and shove it between my legs to show him how much I need him, but I don’t. I let Jay take things at his own pace, because I’m enjoying this too much.
I like the way that Jay touches me and appreciates me. He doesn’t just shove himself inside me and try to make himself finish. He actually seems to care about my experience. Being with him feels sensual in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time.
Jay finally breaks away, and I can tell that he’s having trouble breathing as well. He sets me on my feet and leans forward, nibbling at my earlobe, then at my neck. I giggle, realizing that even though it feels taboo, he’s given me full permission to explore him.
I slowly slide my hands under the hem of his white T-shirt, my fingers gliding up his chest until I find smooth, hard pecs. I move my left hand until I find his nipple and play with it slowly as he kisses my neck, my eyes fluttering closed as I lean into his touch.
He flinches a little at my teasing, hissing in a short breath I desperately want to hear again.
“Sensitive?” I giggle.
His growl against my skin is nothing short of primal, and I feel my panties getting wetter on the spot
He finds the bare skin on my back that my dress leaves exposed and runs his fingertips up and down it, his eyes fixed on me as though he is admiring what a specimen of a woman I am.
“I…” I start to say, but Jay doesn’t leave room for conversation. His lips find my neck again, causing me to close my eyes and bite my lip. How can he move so slowly when all I want to do is grab his dick and shove it in me?
