Shit had gotten real.
So I held my breath, waiting for her reaction, any kind of green light to let me know whether I could proceed. Because I suddenly wanted to proceed, very, very much.
But she only closed her eyes and shook her head, wavering as if unsteady. “God, what is happening?”
I tightened my grip on her waist, worried she was going to tip over. Then my forehead crinkled into a grimace. Shit. “You’re plastered too, aren’t you?”
Hooking up with drunk chicks was majorly taboo in my book.
That sobered me right up.
I walked us both the rest of the way into the room and shut the door behind us by kicking back my foot, so we could have a private place to cool down before rejoining the wedding reception. Then I glanced around. She’d found us some kind of snug meeting room with an empty conference table in the center surrounded by plush rolling armchairs. A whiteboard wallpapered one wall, while a television screen hung from the other.
A sudden vision flooded my head of laying her out on the glossy, polished tabletop and slipping my hand up the slit in her dress until I found out what kind of panties she was wearing…or if she was wearing panties.
Shit, this was not good. Why did there have to be such a nice, available horizontal space, perfect for hooking up on, so close by?
Julianna blinked her eyes open and tried to focus on me, but her gaze was glassy and dazed. “It didn’t really hit me until I stood up to go to the bathroom. But yeah, I’m more wasted than I thought.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, blowing out a breath of agreement, because the alcohol had crept up on me too, but mostly because I knew this meant no fun for us.
Damn....it....
I let my hand fall from the curve of her waist, letting her go.
But Julianna didn’t step away from me. If anything she pressed closer and released a breath as if giving in to temptation. Then she lifted up onto her toes so that her breasts slid up my chest.
I inhaled sharply.
“God, you smell good,” she murmured into my ear.
And yep, instant erection. I mean, it was almost painful because of how fast I got hard.
“Julianna,” I tried to caution her, though it sounded more like a breathless plea than a warning.
The tips of my fingers found the bottom edge of her bustier in the back of her dress and bit in at the top swell of her ass. Then I dipped my face next to hers, making our cheeks brush enough that I’m sure she felt the sandpapery texture of my jaw.
She whimpered and shuddered, then ground her pelvis against my hard, aching cock, clutching my shoulders. I gripped her ass harder, unable to stop myself, grinding her slowly into me.
“Careful, baby doll. I kind of want to do really obscene things to you right now.”
“Yes,” she sighed the word, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. “That sounds wonderful.”
It really did. So I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of the neck she’d so willingly exposed to me before I gently nipped her earlobe with my teeth, tasting her silver dream catcher earring.
She gripped my shoulders, whimpering for more. “I want you. I want you so bad.” Her voice was high and desperate, and I swear she sounded astonished to be wanting such a thing.
It turned me on as much as it worried me. “Shit.” I leaned my face down enough to press my forehead to hers so I could keep myself from going in for a kiss. Trying to collect myself, I moved my hands to a more respectable place, running them up and down the sides of her arms before tugging her back and putting a good two feet between us.
“Colton?” Her tone was angry and begging and exasperated all at the same time.
I pressed a couple fingers to her lips. “Wait. What about tomorrow?”
She grabbed my hand and gently removed my fingers as she frowned in confusion and shook her head. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I...” I swallowed, knowing I was cock-blocking myself by doing this but also knowing it needed to be done anyway. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover and bloodshot eyes, mortified by what you did with me. I’m not going to be anyone’s fucking drunk regret.”
Been there and done that. Hated it and wasn’t looking for a repeat. Especially with this girl.
Julianna blinked. Then her gaze softened. The sympathy and understanding on her face nearly slew me before she cupped my cheek in her hand. “Oh, honey, I wouldn’t regret you.”
In that second, I actually believed her.
“Swear it,” I whispered. Grasping her wrist, I held her fingers against her own heart as if making her take a solemn vow, then I held up my other hand, palm facing her, and told her to set hers against mine. When she actually did, I softly ordered, “Now repeat after me.”
She nodded, smiling softly as if intrigued by my gravity.
“I, Julianna Elizabeth Radcliffe...” I started, only for her to giggle that cute-ass giggle of hers.
“My middle name isn’t Elizabeth.”