Oh God.
She blinked and took in deep breaths, waiting for something to stop this, to tell her this was wrong. To be the fucking voice of reason, but nothing, no one, came. It was just them. People moving around them, music pulsating and lights flashing, and all she saw was him.
Fuck it.
Nodding, she took his hand, leading him through the crowd and out the door, grabbing her jacket and purse on the way out. Piper would be pissed she left without saying goodbye, but she needed to get home and explore the sex on legs that was following her. When they reached the door, the cold air hit her in the face. Phillip took her jacket, holding it out for her. She smiled up at him as she slid into it, turning to look up at him once it was on. He ran his fingers along her jaw, biting down on his lip as he held her gaze.
“Ready for some fun?”
Reese slowly ran her tongue along her lips.
“I think the question is—are you ready?”
Taking her in his arms, he captured her mouth with a quickness only a man in need could accomplish, before kissing her senseless. Pulling back, he smiled as he whispered against her lips, “Baby, I was born ready.”
REESE FORGOT how much she liked to make out with a man. The teasing bites, the soft caresses, and the deep kisses that led up to the main event were mind blowing. Phillip wasn’t kidding when he said he could kiss the hell out of her. It was like an art the way his lips moved against hers. The skillful way his tongue tantalized hers. His hands were rough, she wasn’t used to that, but she found that she loved it. Especially when he held the back of her thigh in his hand, bringing her leg over his lap as he deepened the kiss. The poor cabbie was getting one hell of a show, but she didn’t care at all and doubted he minded.
She hadn’t been kiss thoroughly by a man in years, and she was enjoying it immensely with Phillip. She never wanted this to end. She wanted to be wrapped in this man’s arms and never have him let go. When he slid her thong over and dipped his fingers inside of her, she groaned against his mouth before he covered her lips with his own, catching her moans. Flicking his finger along her clit had her withering against him as he continued to kiss the stuffing out of her.
The taxi came to a stop, and the cabbie said, “We’re here, folks.”
Reese gasped out as Phillip withdrew his hand and smiled down her. Leaning forward, he kissed her lips before whispering, “I’m gonna make you come so hard once we are inside.”
Falling back into the seat, breathless, she watched as Phillip paid before climbing out. He turned, still grinning as he reached for her. She went with him willingly, ignoring the smirk the cabbie wore. Holding her tight against him, they walked up to the door of her studio. After getting her keys out, she tried to unlock the door, but her hands were shaking too bad. She knew there was no way she could do this. She blamed the liquor… not the way the sexy, blue-eyed devil affected her. With a chuckle, Phillip took the keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
Shaking her head, she walked in before him. She jumped when the door slammed behind her, and Phillip’s arms came around her waist. Moving his hand down her body, he slid it inside her skirt, cupping her kitten. She closed her eyes, leaning back against him.
“Now, where were we?” he whispered against her neck before slowly sliding a finger inside her, circling the tip of his finger around the taut nub.