along behind me until I found a secluded spot with a booth. I sat down with my legs up on the seating and watched as Leo placed the tray down and got on his knees.
“Hand me the salt, sweet thing. I want to see if you’re as sweet down here as you are up there.”
Eagerly, I handed him the salt. His large hands gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the booth. Spreading my legs wide as he sprinkled the salt on my inner thigh. Not exactly where I wanted him, but we were out in public.
“You smell damn fine, Everly, and while these short shorts are hot as fuck, I wish you had on a skirt so I could taste you out in public.” He rubbed his nose along the seam of my shorts.
When his warm tongue licked up my inner thigh, I let out a moan, wanting his tongue somewhere a little further north.
“Has anyone told you how good you taste?” I opened my mouth to answer when he placed one finger over my lips. “Don’t answer. I don’t want to know.”
“Is it my turn to lick you? Or I mean take my shot,” I giggled. Leo hadn’t taken his shot after he licked me.
Picking me up, he sat down and placed me on his lap, straddling him. “You can do whatever you want.”
Nibbling on his ear, I asked. “What would you say if I wanted to lick you where you just licked me but a little higher up?”
“Hey! We’re going to go back up to our room. You two have fun,” Jordan yelled as Camilla rubbed herself all over him and licked up his neck. When had they come over to the booth?
Leo nodded as I waved to the retreating couple.
Grinding my core onto his zipper for some much needed friction, I spoke in Leo’s ear. “They’re so going upstairs to have sex right now.”
“Lucky man,” Leo muttered. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me down and ground me against his erection. “Why don’t we do the same?”
“Have sex?” I panted, wanting nothing more.
Licking and then sucking the shell of my ear, he asked. “Yeah, why not?”
“What if I’m saving myself for marriage?” I asked, barely able to keep from laughing. I’d been all but fucking him in the club with my clothes on for the last thirty minutes or so.
Placing both his hands to my hips, Leo stood holding me in place. He looked deep in thought before his large hands spanned my lower back, and then dipping his head down he kissed the corner of my mouth and up to the shell of my ear. “Will you marry me?”
“Really?” I asked, excitedly grabbing onto his firm biceps and felt them flex underneath my fingertips.
“Do you have a better offer?”
No, I shook my head. Even though I’d only known Leo for a little more than twenty-four hours, I knew I’d never meet a better guy. It didn’t matter that I’d been drinking almost nonstop since I arrived or woke still drunk this afternoon.
“Come on. Let’s go get married, so I can fuck you.”
“Let’s do it.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and sealed it with a kiss that told me Leo was the one for me going by the way my body jolted when our lips met, or how incredibly soft his lips were as they melded to mine. He swayed us back and forth, but that was where the sweet ended. His tongue swept into my waiting mouth. I could taste the tequila and lime and something that was distinctly him, making me moan. One hand left my waist to cup my ass cheek and pull me further into his erection.
Just as quickly as we were plastered together, Leo pulled away and dragged me out of the club by the hand. His quick strides had me running in the six-inch stilettos Camilla had convinced me to wear.
Leo stopped abruptly, making me slam into his back and nearly fall on my ass. With quick reflexes, he turned around and caught me in his strong arms.
“Why’d you stop?” I asked when he set me on my feet by the side of the road. Traffic was just as heavy at two in the morning as it was any other time of day. The lights seemed brighter as he looked left and then right.
“I can’t remember where that wedding chapel is that we passed on the way from the restaurant to here.”
The fact