“Hmmm. That’s such a shame….”
“It is.” I laughed. “I also hope that whoever that person is, knows that I could possibly charge them with a crime because even though it was just a cell phone, logging into someone’s personal data cloud is—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence. My intended last word ended on his lips once his mouth covered mine and he kissed me again—taking complete control, making me feel everything I felt at that party all over again.
“Carter…” I panted, slowly pulling away. “What are you…What are you doing?”
“Now I’m purposely distracting you.” He looked into my eyes. “I’m also trying to determine whether or not I’d feel the same thing if I kissed you while I was completely sober.”
“So, what’s the verdict on that?”
“Jury’s still out.” He walked away from me without another word, and returned to his table—leaving me completely speechless.
I leaned against the wall for several minutes, struggling to compose myself. I waited until the butterflies in my stomach stopped fluttering, until my heart stopped beating abnormally, and took a few deep breaths before returning to my table.
“You okay?” Chris asked as I took my seat. “I was about to come looking for you.”
“I’m more than fine.” I smiled. “You ordered us five different samples of wine?”
“Yeah.” He moved to my side of the table and put his arm around my shoulder. “I want us to try them all together...You ready to focus?”
“Absolutely…”
I tried, but I honestly couldn’t focus for the rest of dinner. No matter how many times Chris gave me a compliment or told me a joke I’d normally find hilarious, my mind wandered back to Carter, back to both of us kissing each other senselessly at that party. To him kissing me again in that hallway.
When the restaurant manager informed us that he’d be closing the place early tonight, we left the restaurant and headed to Sandy Park.
Chris found a spot that was secluded by overgrown trees and turned off his car. He looked over at me, possibly gauging my reaction and I smiled.
With that he climbed into the backseat and pulled me back there with him.
We didn’t waste any time talking.
His lips latched onto mine, and I desperately wanted to feel that reckless and uncontrollable passion—that raging desire that I’d felt for Carter just hours ago, but there was nothing. It felt like we were just going through the motions.
Not noticing my lack of enthusiasm, he slowly pulled away from my mouth, and started to kiss his way down my stomach.
Maybe this part will be good…This part will make me forget...
I leaned back against the seat, and he hiked up my dress. He pushed my panties to the side and kissed the inner skin of my thigh. Caressing my legs, he whispered, “Nom, nom, nom…nom, nom nom…”
What the hell did he just say?!
“Nom, nom, nom…”
Oh my god…
“I love eating pussy…I’m going to eat yours all night.”
I was pretty sure my vagina dried up like a desert and cried at that very moment, so I sat up before it could attempt to detach itself from my body and walk away for good. “Wait, Chris…I’m…”
“Not ready yet?”
NEVER… “Yeah…It’s still kind of soon…I’m just not ready.”
“I figured,” he said, sitting up. “You’ve seemed a bit off since we left the restaurant.”
“I’m not off…I just…” I figured I could still blame it on the alcohol. “I shouldn’t have had so much wine—especially coming off one of the worst hangovers I’ve ever had yesterday.”
“Ah.” He nodded. “I’ve been there…” He helped me back into the front seat. “Well, I’ll take you back home so you can get some rest.”
“Thank you very much…”
Our drive home was slightly awkward. We didn’t say much to one another outside of commenting on how annoyed we were with the usual summer migration of tourists, and when we arrived at my house, he was still a perfect gentleman. He opened the car door for me and walked me to the door.
“Try Sprite and fresh lemons,” he said.
“For what?”
“Your upcoming hangover tomorrow morning.” He kissed me and walked back to his car, motioning for me to go inside so he could pull off.
As soon as he shut the door, I slipped out of my shoes and dropped my purse to the floor. I heard my roommate and her boyfriend laughing in the living room, so I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and a mug. Then I went upstairs and shut myself inside my room.