So, here I was, hands in my pocket and shoulders hunched forward like some loser when a, bunch of girls strolled by and saved me. Teetering on ridiculous heels the once closest to me, a blonde with tits about two sizes too big for the dress she was wearing, slurred, "you're coming with us."
Normally, I would have sidestepped, made an excuse and waited because they were that drunk, but I was desperate and if anything I was an opportunist.
We bypassed the lineup-and by we, I meant the blonde and her enormous rack. The doorman waved us in, nodding to me and smiling at the girls while the one on my arm tried to blow the guy a kiss. But she was so wasted I had to hold on tight or she would have been on her ass for sure.
As soon as we were inside it was easy to disengage myself-I was stone cold sober and she was not, yet even so blondie grabbed my ass and went for the kill. I managed to deflect a hand aimed at my dick and got the hell away from them.
What the fuck was wrong with these girls?
The place was filled with hot, sweaty bodies moving to the heavy, hypnotic beat the bass player laid down as he stood on top of the monitors near the stage. The singer stood beside him rapping about fucking and sucking-how original. I immediately headed for the bar and thought that it was going to take a miracle to find Georgia in here.
For all I knew she was already gone, and frustrated, I ordered a beer and leaned against the edge of the bar as I slowly moved my eyes over the room. I had way too much pent up energy for this place and the energy was making me crazy. It was hard. Aggressive.
I rolled my shoulders trying to ease the tension I felt, while ignoring the suggestive looks from a few of the ladies dancing near the edge of the crowd.
My foot tapped the floor impatiently and I swallowed half the bottle in one gulp and groaned when I saw the group of girls I'd walked in with. They had followed me over to the bar and the drunken blonde was trying to get my attention.
I kept my eyes averted, which probably wasn't a smart thing because if the blonde did a sneak shot for my cock, I'd be wide open.
Where the hell was Georgia?
Irritated, I finished my beer in another long gulp and set it on the bar. I moved through the crowd, enjoying the music a bit more now that the guy had stopped chattering about getting laid and the guitarist was sending out some tasty stuff. The heavy bass riff touched all of us, and it vibrated against the back of my teeth as I exhaled and ran my hands through my hair in agitation.
It was then that I saw her.
She glanced up and our eyes met. Even though we were in the middle of this hot mess it felt like there was only the two of us. And just like in the movies, you know the scene, the one when the music dive bombs and everything goes slow-motion, fades to gray and comes to a standstill? The one where the girl and the guy finally realize they belong together?
Yeah. I had one of those-a total fucking chick-flick moment.
Some guy fell into me and cussed me out when I shoved him out of the way. I didn't break eye contact. Hell, I don't even think I breathed. All I saw was Georgia.
She leaned against a table, wearing a hot blue dress that showed a hell of a lot of leg along with a pair of come-fuck-me shoes, high spiky things that inspired more than a few ideas.
I decided I would let her keep them on when I finally had her alone and naked.
Because that's where we were headed.
I knew it-and as she swiped her tongue along her bottom lip and stared back at me-I could tell that she knew it too.
She pushed off from the table, her long hair swinging around her shoulders, her eyes so huge and shiny-so fucking alive-I swear she could see right inside me. Some guy was chatting her up but I didn't give a shit. As I approached her mouth opened slightly and I shoved my way past him, slid my hands along either side of her face and dipped my head. I kissed her as if I was starving and she let me.
She tasted like peppermint.
She felt like fucking heaven.
Georgia opened beneath me and made a sound at the back of her throat that was so primal, so goddamn urgent, I felt like pounding my chest. I was ready to go all Tarzan on her and that was something I'd never experienced before.
Her arms slid around my waist and she pressed herself against me, every soft curve melting into my body like she was meant to be there. I kissed her long and hard, my eyes open and so were hers.
The music pounded us from all sides, burning into us, throbbing along every cell in my body. The smell of sex and lust, stale beer and weed filled the air and slid over us. It was a heady mixture and an ache formed inside me, one that was hot and hard.
I groaned and slid one of my hands down her back so that I could grip her ass, and I pulled her in so that there was no way for her not to know how fucking turned on I was.
She made that noise again and when I slid my mouth along the side of her neck I heard her whisper, "You have to dance with me."
"Let's get out of here."
Her hands slid into my hair and she whispered near my ear. "I've been waiting all night for you. The least you can do before you get me naked is take me out there and dance with me."
Naked?
Her words were like fire in my brain and I was so hot for her I couldn't speak.
I grabbed her hand, elbowed my way through the crowd until we were in the middle of a hot pit of lust and music. This wasn't my thing-I wasn't the guy who liked to shake his ass and pull some moves but right now? With that look in her eye? If Georgia King asked me to do the fucking chicken dance I would.
The guitars and drums crashed over us as the lights lowered.
The beat changed into something slow and sensual and just as I was thinking, ‘hell yes my ass is saved', Georgia's hands crept up my shoulders and she began to move against me. Real, slow and sexy.
I pulled her close and buried my head in her hair, inhaling that summery scent I thought would probably drive me crazy until I was old half dead. This moment, right now, was something I'd never forget … the way she felt, the say she smelled, and as she cupped my face and stared up into my eyes, I knew I would never forget how beautiful she was. How much my body ached in anticipation.
I wanted her for myself and to hell with whoever the fuck she'd come here with. That thought made me frown and her forefinger trailed along my jaw until she slid it between my lips.
I bit her, lightly, and she arched an eyebrow, her hips and that sweet spot between her legs pushing into me as she did so.
"Where is he?" I asked roughly, face flushed and tense at the thought of her with someone else. Which was kind of ridiculous considering she wasn't exactly my girlfriend. I didn't know what she was, but the one thing that I was real clear on was that whatever this thing between us was, it wasn't neat and tidy, or casual.
"Who?"
I sucked on her finger but didn't smile when I heard her groan. There was nothing smiling about me at the moment. I sucked harder and watched her eyes widen, before I let her finger slip from my mouth. "Sylvester the fucking cat."
I knew in that moment I sounded like a jealous teenager, but I didn't give a shit. She was the hottest thing in the entire place and the thought of her looking like that for someone else drove me crazy.
She didn't say a word and I wished she'd answer because I was starting to feel like an immature asshole. I was sixteen all over again.
"Seamus?" she asked lightly. "Are you jealous?"
"Fucking right I am," I answered without skipping a beat.
She licked her lips and I settled her against me, one hand still on her ass, the other at the back of her head. My erection was hard and heavy and she felt it. I made sure of it.
She stared up into my eyes as the music continued to fall over us. As the couple next to us basically had sex, the guy's hands up her shirt while she grinded herself against his thigh.
Georgia's chest heaved and I knew she felt the same. I thought of her words the day before, "I feel you," and it felt like I was coming apart.
When had a girl ever gotten me to feel like this?
Never.
Slowly she reached for me and when her soft mouth slid across mine, I fucking saw stars. No joke. I think if she wasn't wrapped around me I would have fallen to my knees, or passed out from sheer anticipation of what would come next.