articles of clothing, with its single button directly below my cleavage. Giving my waist a great curve and accentuating the shape of my chest. Though it was fall, the weather was nice and warm tonight and could be one of my last nights to wear something that revealing.
Corey let out a great deal of protest when I told him to leave the room so I could change. Which I could understand, he had seen all I had—and then some. The real reason he needed to leave the room was the look in his eyes. The passion and desire emanating from those smoldering blue eyes poured into my skin and knew I couldn’t resist his touch. So if we were going to leave my place at all—he needed to step out.
After slipping on my outfit and yanking my straightened hair into a high ponytail, I put on my white heels. Before Corey arrived I had already freshened my makeup, so I was set. Once the house was locked up Corey once more used his hand to support my entrance into the passenger seat. On the ride to the bar we blasted music, singing along to the rock songs we both knew. My soul lightened every minute I was with him. There was something about that man that not only gave me the release I needed between the sheets but allowed me the freedom to be myself.
The new bar being put under the microscope, was different than Corey’s bar. Where his had bar games, this place was bordering towards the club scene. Lights were dimmed, a DJ stood in the corner of the expansive room bobbing his head to the mixes he played. In front of him was a massive dance floor with neon lights flashing around but since it was still early there was hardly anyone dancing. Illuminated signs surrounding the room told us the drink specials for each day of the week and the type of beers and liquors the place served. Corey wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me with him to the bar where we snagged a couple stools.
“What can I get ya?” The bartender was tall, built, and couldn’t be more than a year or two older than Corey. His eyes moved between the two of us but lingered longer on me, drawing out a lustful smirk I’d seen more than a few times.
“Rolling Rock for me,” Corey said, his voice deadpanned as he too noticed the way the bartender eyed me down.
“Make that two, plus two shots of tequila with the lime and salt,” I requested.
“Coming right up.” The bartender gave me a wink and Corey gave him a glare that I was surprised didn’t cause permanent damage.
When the guy walked away Corey’s arm slung around my neck and pulled me in to his side.
“Please tell me those shots are just for you.” My face was a full grin when I turned to face him. We were only inches apart but neither of us moved to back away.
“They’re for you too, of course.”
“No way, Dani.” My grin transformed to my best puppy dog face. “Well if you don’t take it with me, I’m going to have to make the bartender do it.”
Corey gave me a large roll of his eyes but I knew I won. His hand pressed against the back of my head and pulled me toward him. Without hesitation or worrying about who saw, he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss started innocently enough until my tongue moved to open his mouth further to gain better access. Our mouths moved with desperation, making me wish I’d have let Corey sedate the fires burning inside of me before leaving the house. His free hand moved up my thigh and took a hold of my hips; his thumb moved in slow tantalizing circles on my skin the way he knew I liked. Just in case he wasn’t feeling the desire to the degree I was, before releasing him, my teeth bit down on his bottom lip and pulled until I heard a soft groan of pleasure leave his mouth.
The bartender dropped the plate of limes a little rougher than necessary, announcing his arrival. I untangled myself from Corey and thanked the very irritated looking server. Corey placed a shot in front of us while I arranged the salt and limes. After licking the crook of my hand and shaking salt on it I grabbed hold of Corey’s hand and placed the bend of