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He followed me up the stairs after I excused myself from the bar.
The communication between us was less unspoken signal and more trigger and effect, all of our touch-and-go glances building in anticipation of this opportunity. He must have waited all but thirty seconds before falling on my trail, weaving through the happy hour crowd as I had just done, as if guided by my scent. My skin tingled at the nape of my neck, electrified by the feel of his eyes in pursuit.
As I reached the top few steps I exaggerated the sway of my hips, making sure to reward him with a good view.
His body came up hard and warm against my back as I reached the bathroom door, all but shoving me inside the unisex room.
“Excuse me,” I said, swirling to face him. “What makes you think you were invited to come in here with me?”
“Oh.” A look of panic flashed across his face and he put up his hands. “Shit. I thought…my mistake.” He turned to leave but I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body flush against mine.
“I’m just teasing. Come here.”
His alarm gave way to bemused dismay, then a look that promised swift, sweet vengeance.
“So you like to tease, do you?” he said.
“Sometimes.” I pouted and worried my lip, looking up at him from under my lashes. I popped open the top button of his shirt and drew circles on his chest with my finger. “I wouldn’t want you to get bored.”
He spun our bodies around until my back hit the door, then kissed me hard and deep, his mouth melding over mine, the warm, sweet taste of him stirring my body from between my legs to my toes. Our lips met over and over, tongues clashing and tangling in turn. By the time he’d finished ravishing my mouth I was breathless, my limbs loose, my fingers buried in his soft, thick hair.
Then he lowered to his knees, his hands leaving trails of heat down my waist and my thighs, until they found their way up under my skirt.
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