51- Too much drama

uck me. Brutally, until I lose my mind. Against a surface, in the air... everywhere.
These are the only things I want to say to him, but thankfully the glasses of cosmopolitan
I have consumed thus far haven't tampered with my head yet. I turn my gaze away from his to recollect myself.
I wonder if he can tell that my breathing has become labored and that it has absolutely nothing to do with the rowdy space we are in.
Yes, we are surrounded by a multitude of people but from the moment I laid eyes on him, it has seemed as though only the two of us exist. I spotted him a few minutes earlier.
Actually, Lee Rang was the one who spotted him, and then she drew my attention. “Isn’t that the hottest fucking man you’ve ever seen?”
I had turned to take a look and my jaw had dropped.
He was dressed in a simple black T-shirt, tucked into equally dark, checkered tailored pants and I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t the outfit, but the man, and like a possessed zombie, I had risen to my feet to chase after him.
At first, it had been a joke and I’d almost changed my mind, but Lee Rang had spurred me on. Therefore, I had gone after the stud with broad sculpted shoulders, coiffed dark hair and tastefully bulging olive toned biceps.
Catching the flicked peel had been reflexive, and thankfully, it had given me the opening I’d hoped for. What I can’t believe now is that he is the one leading the conversation. My expectation was that he would barely give me a second look, but I can see in his sparkling eyes that I have caught his attention.

His scent is of tobacco and lavender and it’s messing with my head. And then there’s his striking blue eyes, so light that they can pass as grey.

My panties are already soaked with arousal, and that brings my excitement to an intense level. My drink is delivered then, and since I can’t think of anything to say, I turn around to leave.
He however, places a hand on my arm. “What’s your name?” he asks.
I’m stopped in my tracks and I spill my sister’s drink. “Blair,” I reply. “What’s yours?”
“Grady.” His tone of voice is hoarse, but quiet and grating on my insides. “You’re really not going to give me a chance, Blair?”
Unconsciously, I bite down on my bottom lip, and to my surprise, he swears. “Fuck!” He hisses as his eyes rove down my body.
I’m taken aback. Then I immediately applaud myself for the decision to go with this red dress. It is provocative and plastered to my frame and I can see that his eyes are brimming with appreciation. With one long drink, I empty the glass of cranberry juice and return to the counter. “You’ll have to replace my sister’s drink?” I say to him.
With a smile, he calls the bartender over. “No problem. What do you want?”
“Whatever you’ll have. I want to share.” I cannot believe the words coming out of my mouth, and at his narrowed gaze I realize that my eyes are probably also emitting smoke.
He places the order... another cranberry for my sister and a refill of what he had been drinking earlier. I slide onto the stool.
He leans against the bar and faces me.
“So,” I begin. “Mr. Grady. What brings you here?”
“Business,” he answers, his eyes boring into mine. “I have some people up there that I want to show a good time.”
My eyes dart over to the VIP section above and I’m not surprised. That is exactly where the likes of him belong, especially since it’s impossible to miss the creamy, gold watch wrapped around his wrist. He exudes extreme wealth and style, but yet it is all presented with a simplicity that draws me to him like a fly to honey.
“What about you?” he asks.
I turn to glance at Lee Rang’s direction. “We’re celebrating. My first official job after college.” I feel a twinge of guilt at the half lie since technically I’ve not been employed, but I don’t want to feel inferior to him right now, so that little white lie is eventually approved by my conscience.
Our drinks are delivered but there’s no way I’m leaving now. “Sidecar,” he says as he offers his to me.
I take it from him. I take a sip of the golden liquid and it slides down my throat with a slight burn. When I hand it over, his lips cover the same spot that mine has just perched on.
I feel the tease like a kick to my gut. “That’s an indirect kiss,” I blurt out and for a moment I stop. I’m being too bold. He is a complete stranger and I am flirting like I’m out of control. Perhaps the alcohol has kicked in and I don’t realize it.
With a low laugh, he responds, “I am aware. I’ll take what I can get.”
It was a clear nudge for me to offer more and I did not intend to hold back. I needed to be in his arms even if it was for a few seconds otherwise I might just implode. So with a smile, I place my hand on the side of his arm and lean in. My palm burns at the warmth of his skin and I’m ready to lose myself in him. “Kiss me,” I breathe. “It’s an offer.”
His gaze darkens and in a step he is so close to me that I can see the specs of grey in his eyes. His hand settles on my waist and it zaps a burst of pleasure through me. He is incredibly tall, so I have to raise my head to his. With a smile, he slants his head and my eyes flutter shut.
He takes my top lip in his mouth and my bones begin to melt. He then moves to the bottom and the plump flesh is expertly sucked into his mouth... at just the right tempo and with just the right amount of pressure. My heart is beating so wildly in my chest that I can barely breathe and before I know it, my arms are wrapped around his shoulders.
I’m floored by how delicious he tastes... how warm and clean and how intoxicating his scent is. His very existence seems like an extreme aphrodisiac and it completely scrambles my brain. All I can feel is his heat and the tension quickly building in the pit of my stomach at the avalanche of sexual excitement.
A groan follows and we are so melded into one that I cannot even tell who it is from. It doesn’t matter either way, because in the next movement, his tongue slips into my mouth and the heightened intimacy completely possesses me.