Chapter 1 – Aston #2
She releases a breathy laugh, probably from my hand on her body, but she’s not pushing me away. “Skydiving.”
I slide up to the curve of her waist and hold her. She’s short. A lot shorter than I am. I can tell that by where my hand is and the feel of her breath as it meets my neck.
“I’ve done that,” I tell her. “It’s exhilarating and definitely something to try at least once in your life. What else do you have? Spice it up for me.”
“Are we getting dirty now? I don’t typically tell my spicy fantasies to strangers in dark rooms.”
I shift in front of her and drag my thumb back and forth on her hip. “That’s because you haven’t tried it before. Another thing we can scratch off your bucket list. Who better to bare your dirty secrets to?”
“Now we’re onto secrets?”
“The dirty kind,” I remind her, bringing my other hand to her other hip and testing boundaries.
“Because I can’t see you and you can’t see me?”
I find myself smiling again, her lightness somehow making the weight I haven’t been able to shake more bearable. “Exactly.”
“Hmm. Okay. You tell me one of yours, and I’ll tell you one of mine.” Her body brushes mine as she moves, the feel of her soft tits against my shirt makes my cock pulse as it shoots a fresh jolt of desire straight through me. She’s getting me hard, and if she keeps moving, she’s going to feel it.
“I like your voice. And I like the way you smell. A lot. I like how you feel too. You’re soft and sweet and sexy.”
“See, you’re better at this than you were giving yourself credit for.”
“Yeah?” I tease. “Are my moves working?”
“Absolutely. I like that you think I’m all those things. Even if you haven’t seen me.” She touches the junction of my neck and shoulder just beneath the collar of my shirt, and the feel of her small, warm hand on my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
Then my hand is on her cheek, and I’m kissing her.
Hard. No soft introduction or light, testing peck.
I kiss her because I’m a little drunk and a lot excited, and it’s been so fucking long, and I’ve been so goddamn miserable for what feels like an eternity that I don’t know how to hold back.
Her lips are full and delicious, tasting faintly of cranberry and champagne, likely from the punch she mentioned.
But the best part? She makes this tiny, surprised noise that instantly becomes a moan before her mouth opens beneath mine.
And there’s nothing tentative about her either.
She’s kissing me back with equal fervor, her body sliding up mine as she climbs to her tiptoes in her shoes.
Our tongues meet and our heads tilt, and I pull her closer, one hand tangled in her hair, the other at the small of her back.
Her body is warm and yielding against mine, curves fitting perfectly along the planes of my chest. Something between a sigh and a whimper emanates from the back of her throat, and it resonates through my entire body.
The kiss deepens, turning hungry. My hand slides lower, following the curve of her spine to her ass, where I squeeze and pull her against me so she can feel how fucking hard she’s made me.
She gasps and arches into me, and I’m dying to rip the top of her dress back down so I can take her tits in my hands.
Her palms slide under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor, lost in the sensation of her touch, the heat of her mouth, and the way her body responds to mine.
I’ve never had a kiss like this. One that I feel in every nerve of my body, every pound of my heart.
It’s not even the alcohol because I’ve been plenty more drunk and kissed plenty more women.
It’s her. This woman. This kiss.
Time loses meaning in the darkness. I don’t know how long we stand here kissing like teenagers, our hands exploring with increasing boldness. I just know I never want to stop.
My fingers find the zipper at the back of her dress, and just as I begin to lower it, there’s a flicker, a hum, and suddenly the lights are back on, harsh and unforgiving after the ceaseless darkness.
We both startle back, and I blink, momentarily blinded, only to find myself staring into a pair of wide green eyes that I know all too well. Eyes I’ve seen a hundred times across dinner tables and at family gatherings, but never this close, never darkened with desire.
Oh my god. Holy shit.
“Aston?!” she exclaims, taking another step back and covering her mouth with one hand as she adjusts her tits in her dress with the other. I dive down to grab my jacket, and hastily shove my hands back into it, angry, frustrated, or just simply fucked.
Why did it have to be her? That kiss… the way she felt…
“Skylar.” It ends there. Because I just made out with my best friend’s little sister.
A best friend who is in the other room. Fuck!
I haven’t seen her in forever. Not since she was a college kid, eighteen or nineteen, at a party that Micha dragged me to so we could keep an eye on her, and she threw up on me. That was… five years ago?
Jesus. What have I done? She wasn’t someone I could kiss. Or want to do more with. Shit.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I mumble, scrubbing my hands up and down my face, feeling like a world-class asshole. “I didn’t know it was you. Your brother is right out there.” The things I said to her… the things I would have done…
Guilt swarms me like a pack of rabid bees.
“Relax. It’s not like I tell Micha who I kiss.”
I laugh caustically into my hands. “That’s not exactly the point, and you know it. This was a giant mistake. On both our parts.”
She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, the door bursts open, and someone walks in.
Thankfully it’s not her brother. The tequila in my stomach roils, threatening to rebel.
I have to go back out there and talk to Micha and pretend like I didn’t just kiss the hell out of his baby sister.
Pretend like she didn’t make me hard and hungry and excited.
Like she didn’t make me feel alive for the first time in so long.
“Hey,” the woman says, and I realize I know her, too. Awesome. Braelyn blinks her large brown eyes at us, shifting back and forth between both of us. “I’ve been looking for you,” she says to Skylar. “We should get going.”
Skylar nods. “Yeah.”
That’s all she says, but now she’s not meeting my eyes. And without a word to me, she walks off to join her friend, leaving me standing here in shock and torment.
I just fucked up. Big time. But even worse, I have a gnawing urge to run after her and do it all over again. And that’s something that can never happen.