We'd already gone way beyond sensible...
Another whiskey, another Negroni.
For a time she allowed herself to forget how dangerous this was. They talked about everything and nothing. About London and the Costa; about Tenerife, which she had never discussed with anyone since she had left at nineteen; about Lee's brothers, and his father in jail, and about Imelda's street family in the Playa de las Américas, for that ragged assortment of hucksters and thieves had been more family to her than anyone else had been.
"It's late," he said, and they both laughed. It had been late even before they had come through here to the bar's back room.
Just two words, but loaded with far more meaning. It's late, so what now? More drinks, or head out into the night? To my apartment, or do you have somewhere we can go?
For that they would go somewhere was inevitable now, an undeniable rule of nature.
They would go and even before they got there they would kiss again, because it was all she could do not to lean across that small table and kiss him right now.
She wanted the hardness of his lips, the pressing of his tongue. She wanted to taste that whiskey in his mouth. Wanted to give herself up to that strength.
She wanted to explore that ripped physique. The way the muscles moved against each other. The way he would respond to her touch.
She wanted to undo the buttons of those gray pants one by one, her eyes fixed on his. She understood the power of locked gazes, of eye contact. That look was one of the most powerful things.
She wanted to pull those pants open, find the waistband of whatever he wore underneath and ease it down.
There would be a tight fuzz of hair, the broad base of his shaft, his manhood straining to be free.
She wanted to see those eyes widen as she took him in her hand.
Wanted to see him gasp at the first gentle contact of her tongue, at the way her lips would press against the wet glande and then yield, taking him in.
It's late. Two simple words, waiting for a response.
"It is," she said, in reply. Again, two words, loaded with so much more meaning. If his It's late had been a question, her It is was the emphatic answer.
They were going to do this. It was undeniable.
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