struggled to concentrate on their conversation. While she
looked much the same as she had during their days at Vanderbilt - a slender
pretty face, the color of dark caramel, bright hazel eyes and lips that had
been too sexy for the shy pre-law student. Right now though, those plum glossed
lips were curled up into a breathtaking smile that fit perfectly with the woman
offering him a spoonful of hot fudge and melting ice cream.
“I don’t like
chocolate.” He managed to say, distracted by the crush of her breasts on his
arm as she leaned in closer with the spoon.
“Pity”, she
crooned, looking up at him with a wicked grin. “You don’t know what you’re
missing.”
Noah grinned. He
wasn’t planning on missing anything.
Her seemingly
innocent flirting had driven him crazy throughout dinner. She had stroked his wrists
while he talked and slid her hand down his thigh when they laughed about their
small pre-law group. Now scooted close to him, she swirled another spoonful of
ice cream into her mouth. The push of his erection against his zipper was impossible
to ignore and he inched away from the incendiary heat of her body in hope of
relief.
“You didn’t
touch your drink.” He carefully picked up the melting cocktail and took a deep
swallow.
“I never liked
that.” Her eyes narrowed and she lifted her chin up in an apparent challenge.
“I think you were thinking of either Heather or April.”
It had been
her. On the night he was going to stop pretending that he thought of her as
just a study partner, Andy had swept in with the drink. Immobile and getting
drunker, he had watched Connie giggling and being felt up by the law school
grad. “This is the drink Andy brought you that night at Topper’s. Remember? A
few days before graduation.”
“Andy.” She
rolled her eyes at the mention of her ex-husband and her smile briefly
disappeared. “I knew there was a reason I couldn’t remember it.”
She grinned up
at him and slid her hand down his thigh again. “Excuse me, will you?”
Her pinkie brushed
over his zipper and he drew in his breath sharply between his teeth.
“Ohhh, sorry
about that.” she slid out of the booth, an impish grin creasing her pretty face.
Fuck! His erection was throbbing and he twisted down into the booth to rub his hand
down the front of his tented pants. Watching the sway of her hips in her tight
fitting black jeans, was doing nothing for the painful ache; he increased the
pressure of his hand.
Think! Racking
his fevered brain for a clever ruse to get her back to his room, he took
another swallow of the diluted cocktail - a long slow comfortable screw against
a wall. Now, that would be an excellent start to a night of fulfilled dreams.
“Noah.” Her
voice called him out of his roguish thoughts.
Straightening
in the booth, he looked up into her dazzling hazel eyes. Shit! Should he
just ask her up? He couldn’t miss the opportunity afforded by a freak
snowstorm. “Connie…”
“Why don’t we
talk in my room?” She handed him a keycard. “Room 326. Just give me a few
minutes to freshen up, okay?”
“S-sure”, he
stammered “I’ll take care of the bill.”
Slumping down
into the booth, he had to adjust himself beneath the table. She had wiggled
away, the roses adorning the back pockets of her jeans holding his attention
until she was out of sight. The visual of pulling those black jeans down over
the curve of her ass had flashed in his mind and caused his dick to harden…again.
~~~
“People do
this all the time,” she told her reflection. Saying it out loud helped to quell
the nervous jitters that had awakened as she tied the sash of the short lilac robe
into a bow. She’d arranged her hair so that it hung down her back, curling at
the ends and had taken the time to redo her make-up so that her almond-shaped eyes
were outlined in a complimentary shade of purple that made them sparkle. She’d
always thought her eyes were her best features and she
looked much the same as she had during their days at Vanderbilt - a slender
pretty face, the color of dark caramel, bright hazel eyes and lips that had
been too sexy for the shy pre-law student. Right now though, those plum glossed
lips were curled up into a breathtaking smile that fit perfectly with the woman
offering him a spoonful of hot fudge and melting ice cream.
“I don’t like
chocolate.” He managed to say, distracted by the crush of her breasts on his
arm as she leaned in closer with the spoon.
“Pity”, she
crooned, looking up at him with a wicked grin. “You don’t know what you’re
missing.”
Noah grinned. He
wasn’t planning on missing anything.
Her seemingly
innocent flirting had driven him crazy throughout dinner. She had stroked his wrists
while he talked and slid her hand down his thigh when they laughed about their
small pre-law group. Now scooted close to him, she swirled another spoonful of
ice cream into her mouth. The push of his erection against his zipper was impossible
to ignore and he inched away from the incendiary heat of her body in hope of
relief.
“You didn’t
touch your drink.” He carefully picked up the melting cocktail and took a deep
swallow.
“I never liked
that.” Her eyes narrowed and she lifted her chin up in an apparent challenge.
“I think you were thinking of either Heather or April.”
It had been
her. On the night he was going to stop pretending that he thought of her as
just a study partner, Andy had swept in with the drink. Immobile and getting
drunker, he had watched Connie giggling and being felt up by the law school
grad. “This is the drink Andy brought you that night at Topper’s. Remember? A
few days before graduation.”
“Andy.” She
rolled her eyes at the mention of her ex-husband and her smile briefly
disappeared. “I knew there was a reason I couldn’t remember it.”
She grinned up
at him and slid her hand down his thigh again. “Excuse me, will you?”
Her pinkie brushed
over his zipper and he drew in his breath sharply between his teeth.
“Ohhh, sorry
about that.” she slid out of the booth, an impish grin creasing her pretty face.
Fuck! His erection was throbbing and he twisted down into the booth to rub his hand
down the front of his tented pants. Watching the sway of her hips in her tight
fitting black jeans, was doing nothing for the painful ache; he increased the
pressure of his hand.
Think! Racking
his fevered brain for a clever ruse to get her back to his room, he took
another swallow of the diluted cocktail - a long slow comfortable screw against
a wall. Now, that would be an excellent start to a night of fulfilled dreams.
“Noah.” Her
voice called him out of his roguish thoughts.
Straightening
in the booth, he looked up into her dazzling hazel eyes. Shit! Should he
just ask her up? He couldn’t miss the opportunity afforded by a freak
snowstorm. “Connie…”
“Why don’t we
talk in my room?” She handed him a keycard. “Room 326. Just give me a few
minutes to freshen up, okay?”
“S-sure”, he
stammered “I’ll take care of the bill.”
Slumping down
into the booth, he had to adjust himself beneath the table. She had wiggled
away, the roses adorning the back pockets of her jeans holding his attention
until she was out of sight. The visual of pulling those black jeans down over
the curve of her ass had flashed in his mind and caused his dick to harden…again.
~~~
“People do
this all the time,” she told her reflection. Saying it out loud helped to quell
the nervous jitters that had awakened as she tied the sash of the short lilac robe
into a bow. She’d arranged her hair so that it hung down her back, curling at
the ends and had taken the time to redo her make-up so that her almond-shaped eyes
were outlined in a complimentary shade of purple that made them sparkle. She’d
always thought her eyes were her best features and she
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