7. Get a Room
CHAPTER 7
Get a Room
ARYN
He smells like man and shampoo. He leans in too close and kisses my cheek. My entire body heats from top to toe. With the alcohol well in my system now, I’m relaxed, warm, and wanting.
More than anything, I am screwed.
The attraction I have had for Schade has been with me since Freshman year when we had orientation together. I bumped into him dropping my purse and all of it’s contents spilling out everywhere. Like a gentleman he stopped and helped me pick everything up. To my embarrassment, he even picked up my tampons.
Then he stood up, looked me in the eyes, acted like there was something in the moment only to blink and then yell at me to watch where I was going.
Damn dickhead.
From that moment on, he’s been a pain in my ass at every encounter. Leaning back on his stool, he pats the empty one beside him and I shake my head no.
To my surprise he stands, towering over me and takes my hand. I should pull away.
I don’t.
I should run as fast and as far as my heels will take me.
Again, I don’t.
Nope, stupidly, I let him guide me. And I follow like a trained damn dog and we do this walk all the time. Leading me to the dance floor, he doesn’t speak and like some love struck teenager with her first crush, I follow.
The music is loud, the bass pumps, and Schade turns me around so my back is to his front and he moves. With Schade’s hands on each of my hips, he sets the pace, the rhythm and two become one as he controls us both.
My God, does the man move.
In seconds, my firm resolve crumbles and my body melts into his. The song switches to something a little slower and I grind my ass against him feeling his hard length. Reaching up behind me, I run my hands through the hair on the back of his head. He grips me tighter and I relish the feeling of his hard body against mine.
Schade drops his head to my neck and his hands come around my waist just under my breasts. Damn the belt because I can’t feel him.
And in this moment, I want to feel all of Schade I can.
The more we dance the more I realize the man can move and I am more turned on by the second.
The alcohol flows through me.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I turn around and face him. The leverage from my heels is all I need to tip my head up and press my lips to his. On a growl, he opens his mouth.
I slide my tongue inside.
And I devour.
Yes, I devour him. The taste of his drink mixes with mine and I find myself intoxicated on Schade Britton.
This is dangerous.
Except, I’m too drunk to care.