Virgin Bride(15)

I almost can’t keep up. Well, almost. I’m fucking good at what I do, even though she’s clearly great at dancing.

The song changes and she turns toward me, arms around my neck. I put my hands on her hips as she sways and grinds in front of me, making eye contact, not shy even a little bit. I run my hands along her curves and she touches my face, staring at me.

Instantly I’m fucking hard. I can’t help myself. I just keep picturing what this girl would feel like getting fucked. I bet she can work her hips on my cock and love it. I can just picture her face as I slide my thick cock deep between her legs for the first time, the pleasure and the pain and the surprise. I want to make her feel fucking good.

I want to kiss her. I suddenly need it. I didn’t really plan on it tonight. I figured tonight would just be a warmup, but she feels fucking warm already.

But before I can, the song changes, and she pulls away. “Come on,” she says, heading back toward the booth.

Reluctantly, I follow her. It’s a little quieter over in our seats, but I’d rather be out in the noise. I realize that we were dancing for nearly an hour and we’re both sweating. It passed in the blink of an eye. She pours both of us more champagne then she leans back in her seat, legs crossed toward me.

I put my hand on her knee. “That was fun,” I say.

“Yeah, it was.” She smiles and doesn’t move my hand. “A little unexpected.”

“Unexpected how?”

“You don’t look like you can dance.”

I laugh at her. “Of course I can. What, you think I’m full of shit?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

That just makes me laugh. I toss back my drink and get another one.

“Well, I guess you were wrong,” I say.

“I guess so.” She watches me for a second. “So, why have you been staying so late at work recently?”

The topic change is a little abrupt, but I don’t mind. “Big merger,” I say. “Lots of work to do. It’s been tough.”

“Stressful?” she asks.

“You could say that.” I shrug. “This guy, Rick Fisher. He’s not the nicest guy in the world. I think we have a fair deal on the table but he’s pushing for more and more. I’m not sure it’ll happen.”

Her face clouds up for a moment. “You think it’s going to fall through?”

I shrug. “It could. I don’t really know.”

“And you think it’s this Rick guy’s fault?”

“He’s pushy. He wants more than we can give him.” I laugh a little bit. “Frankly, the guy’s an asshole. But this isn’t interesting.”

“No, I’m curious,” she says, biting her lip.

“He keeps making threats,” I say, feeling good about talking about this with someone not on the inside for once. I shouldn’t discuss the merger with Erin or really anyone outside of the company, but I can’t help myself. This whole thing has been like a weight around my neck for months. “Some subtle and some not so subtle.”

“Threats?” she asks. “Seriously?”

“Sure. Once, after a meeting, he leaned in during our handshake and told me that he was going to rip off my balls if I don’t give in to one of his demands.” I laugh, shrugging a little bit. “Like I said, the guy’s an asshole. But his company is sound.”

She gets quiet after that. I don’t really know why, but I can tell something just shifted. Maybe it was the way I spoke about that guy, or maybe she’s just not feeling that well. But maybe ten more minutes of small talk and she asks to be taken home.

I know when to call it, and I’m not going to force her to stay. I don’t know why she suddenly pulled away like that, but I know that the best thing to do is give her time. I got a glimpse of the kind of woman she can be out on that dance floor, and it’s that side of Erin that I want. I need the wild and free Erin.

It’s going to happen sooner or later. We leave the club and I drop her off in front of an apartment building on the west side of town, a decent looking place. I don’t kiss her goodbye, but she does linger for a second longer than she needs to.

“I had fun,” she says.

“I know you did,” I say, smirking. “I had fun, too.”

She looks at me for a second, and then she leans toward me.

I don’t need to be told twice. I lean forward, take her hair in my fist, and kiss her the way I’ve been wanting to kiss her since the second I met her.

I love the way she tastes, the way her lips are soft. She throws herself into the kiss as deeply as I do. There’s no holding back in this moment from ether of us, and it feels so fucking good.