"That means these are for you two." The waitress set the remaining two glasses before Etienne and Rachel.
"What is this?" Etienne asked Thomas as soon as she left.
"Oh, hang on." Thomas leapt up and hurried after the waitress, returning a moment later with two straws. He moved to Rachel's side and dropped them in her drink, then picked up the glass and smiled at her. "Okay, open that pretty mouth of yours."
Rachel hesitated, then opened her mouth, slightly embarrassed to do so because her teeth extended as usual.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Thomas assured her as he affixed the straws to the ends of her teeth. "This should do the trick. Now just relax. Your teeth will do all the work."
Rachel remained still even after he removed his hands from her mouth and moved back to his own seat. She didn't think anything was happening until Thomas smiled and said, "It's working."
"So it is," Etienne commented, drawing Rachel's gaze. He sounded less than happy at the realization, and pounded down half his drink in one agitated gulp.
"You see?" Thomas said with a grin. "I told you there was a way around it. It's amazing how much power those teeth have, hmm?"
Rachel risked tipping her head down to peer into the glass. She managed to do so without dislodging the straws and was amazed to see that it was indeed working; her glass was already half empty. It only took a couple of minutes for her teeth to suck up the last of the drink. The moment it was done, she unhooked the straws and leaned over to give Thomas a hug.
"Thank you, Tom. I've been trying to drink, but the taste is just horrid. Now I won't have to worry." She sat back in her seat and grinned at Etienne. "Now we can move on to teaching me to control my teeth and stuff."
"Hmm." Again, Etienne didn't seem happy, but Rachel couldn't think why. He knocked back the last of his drink, set his glass down, and stood. "Let's dance."
It wasn't really a request. He took her hand and tugged her to her feet. Rachel nearly had to run to keep up with him as he rushed her onto the dance floor. This time, there was slow music playing. Etienne took her in his arms, held her close, and began to move about. He started by holding her at an almost respectable distance, but with each song he urged her closer and closer until their bodies met everywhere. Rachel went willingly enough, her body melting into his and a little sigh escaping her. She let her head rest on his shoulder. She murmured in pleasure as his hands roamed her body, caressing and pressing her closer at the same time.
Rachel felt incredibly... incredible. Little currents of pleasure coursed through her everywhere Etienne touched, followed by little shivers of excitement. When his hand slid up into her hair to tug gently, she let her head tilt back, her eyes open sleepily watching his lips descend on hers. What started out as a languid kiss soon deepened into an exciting search for pleasure. Before she knew it, they had stopped even pretending to dance and were simply standing on the dance floor necking like teenagers.
"I want you," Etienne growled, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down her throat.
"Thank God," she breathed with relief. She was sure she would die if he didn't make love to her soon.
"Now."
"Now?" Her eyes opened to find him peering around in irritation.
"Yes. Now. But not here." Keeping one arm around her, he ushered her quickly off the dance floor. Rachel thought he would return them to their table at least long enough to make their excuses to Thomas, but it seemed he couldn't wait even for that. Instead, he steered her straight out of the club and to his parked car. He saw her into the passenger seat, hurried around to the driver's side, and climbed in to start the engine. That was as far as he got. The moment the car revved to life, Etienne turned and drew her across the seat and back into his arms.
Rachel went willingly, nearly crawling into his lap, her mouth open and ready when he lowered his head to claim it. She had never felt this excited in her life. Everywhere he touched, every inch of skin his breath brushed was suddenly on fire. Passion lodged itself heavy and wet between her legs.
"I need you," Rachel gasped when he broke their kiss.
Etienne's answer was something of a grunt. He tugged at her blouse, freeing it from her jeans. She definitely wasn't the only one experienced at undressing people--Rachel's top suddenly gaped open and he quickly and efficiently unsnapped the front snap of her bra.
"Oh." She moaned as her br**sts sprang loose and he caught them in his hands. Rachel sighed another little moan of pleasure-pain as he alternately caressed and suckled her ni**les. When she felt his hands at her waist, she reached down to help him, but their bodies were too close, the space too cramped.
Cursing, Etienne set her back in the passenger seat and shifted the car into gear. "Home." That was all he said and all he had to say.
Rachel bit her lip and grabbed the dashboard as they lurched out of the parking lot. She briefly considered fastening her seat belt, but Etienne was driving so swiftly she felt sure they would arrive before her shaky hands accomplished the task.
They were both out of the car before the engine finished shutting off. Etienne met her at the front of the car, caught her hand, and made a run for his front door. He managed to unlock and open it, drag her in, and slam the door closed before pulling her into his arms again. Rachel was suddenly slammed up against the hallway wall, Etienne's mouth and hands seemingly everywhere at once. They tugged at each other's clothes.
"I can't wait to get you upstairs," he said apologetically as her slacks slid down her legs.
"Don't," Rachel said. She didn't have it in her to wait either. She wanted him, needed him right there, right then.
It was all the permission Etienne needed. He ripped her panties off with one quick tug, caught her behind the thighs, lifted her, then settled her back down onto him. He slid into her and they both groaned as he filled her completely. Thanks to those erotic nightly dreams, it seemed like they had been working toward this for weeks.
Etienne paused, then stepped sideways. Suddenly afraid that she was dreaming again, and that the dream would stop now as it usually did, Rachel dug her fingernails into Etienne's shoulders and urged him on.
"More," she pleaded.