“What are you drinking?”
“Whiskey. Jack Daniel’s.” I raise an eyebrow. “You want to join me?”
She presses her lips together and gives a slight nod of her head. Flagging down the bartender, I gesture for a refill and hold up five fingers - three for me and two for Elle.
This is the first time my eyes have left her since she sat down next to me and I realize Derek has vacated the spot on the other side of me. Scanning the dance floor, I find him with his wife, Kenna. The two of them are focused only on each other, lost in their private moment in the middle of a crowded room.
What’s it like to be so in tune with someone? To care so deeply for another person the rest of the world could fall away without you noticing?
I’ll probably never know because I went and fell in love with the one girl who’s completely unattainable. The last thing she’s looking for is an emotional connection.
The bartender places the shots down in front of us and I tuck a folded twenty inside his tip cup. Sliding a shot in Elle’s direction, I grab one for myself. Tapping her glass with mine I say, “Cheers,” and watch as she downs the golden liquid. Aside from squeezing her eyes shut, she takes it like a champ.
Smiling at her, I knock mine back. Tipping the empty glass over I slam it down on the bar, adding to the rapidly increasing line of them.
“What do you think? Have you got one more in you?” Pushing her next shot toward her with the tip of my index finger, I study her beautiful face. Her slightly parted, shiny lips remind me of the one time I gave into temptation and kissed her. Alcohol, anger and Elle are a lethal combination.
Four months have passed and I can still remember how sweet her mouth tasted. Her lips were so soft and full under mine. At the first touch of our tongues she moaned so sexily it was all I could do not to fuck her against the night club wall.
I’ve tried to erase that particular night from my mind - goddamn I’ve tried. Unfortunately, my thoughts are more often than not occupied with Elle. Wondering what she’s doing and who she’s doing it with, I drive myself insane.
“It’s not bad. I kind of like the taste.” She licks her lips, removing the leftover traces of whiskey.
“Are you ready for another?” Picking up my next shot, I wait for her to do the same. She nods and we both tip them back. Placing my empty on the rim, I slide it toward the rest. “There’s one more. Do you want it?” I ask, enjoying this mellow version of Elle. I’m surprised she hasn’t insulted me yet. Must be the alcohol.
“No, you have it. Two is good for me.” She smiles and smooths a hand over her hair.
“Come on. Go ahead.” I lean toward her, holding the glass in front of her lips. I’m not ready for our time together to end.
Her eyes catch my yearning ones above the golden liquid. Can she see how much I want her? Never one to back down, she closes her fingers over the back of my hand. One simple touch from her makes me desire so much more. Does she feel it too?
When her lips close over the edge of the glass, my other hand slides up the back of her neck to cradle her head, holding it in place. The fine hairs on the nape of her neck tickle my palm as I tip the glass back. Watching the alcohol slide into her mouth is the most fascinating thing I’ve seen all day. I swallow with her, imagining the burning warmth of the whiskey on my tongue. When I pull the rim away a drop temptingly balances on her bottom lip. I release the glass and it falls to the bar with a bang. My hand cups her cheek as my lips crash down on hers. My tongue licks up all the remnants of whiskey before thrusting to meet hers. When our tongues collide, she moans into my mouth making my cock solid as fucking steel.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders through the material of my tux, pulling me closer. I want them raking into my bare skin as I fuck her senseless.
My hand leaves the nape of her neck, caressing down the middle of her back, urging her chest tighter to