Placing my empty glass on the bar, I follow Danny through the crowd, anticipation tight in my belly.
As I push the bathroom door open, hands grab me and push me against the wood. My whimper of surprise muffled as his lips crash onto mine.
I attack his lips in a frenzy, the heat in my body overwhelming as I taste the tequila on his tongue.
He lodges a thigh between mine and I gasp at the pressure. My hands reach the hem of his shirt and wander up, tracing the warm skin of his toned back.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he groans, as he kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Pressing open mouths kisses along my collarbone and across my chest, he pulls my top down and takes a nipple between his teeth.
I whimper and grind down on him, my head rolling back on the door with a thump. My skirt rises up until it’s resting scandalously around my hips leaving just the small material of my soaked underwear rubbing against his denim clad thigh.
I wonder if there’s anyone on the other side of the door, if anyone can tell what Danny’s doing to me. My heart races as I squeeze my thighs around his leg, the pressure almost making me black out.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, as I run my hands through his hair and tug, pulling his face back to mine.
He grabs my thigh and wraps it around his waist, his hands reaching around to clasp my ass to help grind me into him.
“I’m close,” I whisper in disbelief.
He huffs a laugh, “Good girl, grind on my leg. Come with all your friends outside waiting for you.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes at the thought, tumbling me over the edge. He puts his lips back on mine and squeezes my thigh with his fingers as I crest the wave.
As I come down, he pecks kisses across my face. I can’t catch my breath, I don’t want to.
I reach for his buckle, eager for more, but he grabs my hands. “Not here. Let me take you home.”
I take a calming breath and it’s all I can do to nod my head. The bastard has robbed me of the ability to speak.
Furious, I grab his perfect face and press kisses to his lips, tugging again at his belt.
He laughs. “Freckles, I want to make tonight last but I won’t if you keep this up.”
Nodding, I raise my hands to my flushed face trying to catch my breath. “You go out first, I’ll meet you outside.”
He shoots me a wicked grin as he adjusts himself in his jeans.
“I’ll get your stuff,” he says, pressing a final kiss to my lips and reaching for the door.
“And pay your tab,” I say, unable to stop my dopey grin.
He rolls his eyes and shoots me a wink as he pulls the door open.
I turn to the sink and run my hand under the cool water, futilely attempting to calm the heat burning me from the inside out. I imagine him heading back to the crew, lips swollen from my kisses, and making my excuses as he grabs my bag from my chair. I stamp down on the part of me swooning at the gesture.
Taking a steadying breath, I pull the bathroom door open and run to the exit, keeping my head down so no one notices me.
When I step outside, he’s across the street looking out at the canal, my small shoulder bag clenched in his large hand. Biting down my smile, I cross to him and gently pull my bag from his clasp. He flashes me a small smile, the light of the canal reflecting in his eyes. I blink away the surge of affection at that simple gesture.
The sounds of the crowded bar drifts away as we wander up the street. I was ready to fish my phone out to order a car but I want to stay in this moment for a little bit longer.
Our fingers play together by our sides.
“You’re really hot when you dance,” Danny tells me, smirking.
I laugh, “Ah yes, the good old two step.” I jump to the side and start swaying on my feet whilst rhythmically clicking my fingers. “How irresistible.”
He chuckles, “Nah, more like when you did a bit of this.” He steps closer to my body before spinning around so his back is to my front. He shakes his hips in a poor imitation of twerking and throws his arms wide.
