Page 48 of Last First Date
The inside is teeming with happy people drinking on K.T.'s dime, and the building is likely way above capacity. But she's only having an engagement party once, and anyway, she's going to have to relocate her business after tonight.
Abernathy comes out and wraps an arm around me. "Aren't you cold out here?"
I cuddle up next to him. "Not anymore." I get this ridiculous warm feeling running through me at his touch. We fit together like two matched puzzle pieces, and he smells good.
"Darcy, why do you have a fire burning out here?" He snuggles closer to me. "If you're cold, I'm sure I can think of some other ways to keep you warm." His teeth skim down my neck and I squirm in his hold.
"That tickles,you jerk."
"Me?" His hot breath fans against my hair and leaves a trail of goosebumps against my neck. "You're the jerk. I thought we were going out for a celebratory beer. And it turns out you have to work and we're crashing the K.T. and Reed engagement party."
A cheer goes up in the building and my eyes flick over to see K.T. on the bar top. Well, shit. "That girl's climbed up on her own bar top. This can't end well."
He laughs. "I'm going in to see what the hubbub is. Also, to score some of those tiny eggrolls. You want me to bring you some snacks out here?"
The crowd cheers again. What is going on in there other than mayhem? "Maybe some cake? I love cake, and it doesn't seem like a real engagement party without it."
I can feel the smile in his voice when he answers. "I'll get you as much cake as you could possibly want. I wouldn't want you to miss out on that engagement party feeling after all."
I lean up and kiss him, feeling his beard stubble rough against my face. It's delicious. I can't wait for us to be alone again so I can feel that rough burn all over my nipples, the inside of my thighs.
He pulls away at last, once we're both worked up enough to be flushed. "I'd better get your cake. Otherwise I'm going to try to take you into that alley over there and do something naughty with you."
I feign surprise, clutching at my imaginary pearls. "Well Thomas Abernathy, I never."
He grins at me wolfishly. "I can fix that." He presses against me, his massive hardness throbbing between us. "Just say when."
He feels amazing, like he could destroy me in all the best ways and then build me back up again.
I lick my lips. "When," I murmur. "I've waited long enough for you."
And then he presses me up against the building, where the throbbing of the heavy metal is making the windows rattle. I can feel the heavy thrum of the bass rolling up my spine, but I'm absolutely preoccupied with the way that the man in front of me feels. He's so damn big all over and it's making me ache.
He lifts his hand to my jaw and presses me into the angle that he wants me. Then he takes over the kiss, searing my mouth with his own, meeting my tongue with strong strokes of his own.
"Abernathy, I need—"
He stops me with a long finger against my lips. "Cake," he murmurs. "I know. Hang on and I'll go get it for you."
I lean against the brick of the wall and wait for my breathing to slow down. I have to un-muss my hair and then head over to the burn site and pretend like none of that happened.
I love my job, and I'm actually delighted for K.T. and Reed. But I would be more than happy to take the rest of tonight off and spend it naked with Thomas Abernathy between my legs. The very thought makes me shiver.
The door opens and K.T. and Reed come out holding hands. K.T.'s carrying a cardboard box and Reed must have been saying something naughty to her because she’s smiling and blushing and almost looks like a regular person instead of like she might murder somebody. And then she dumps the contents of the box onto the fire and I'm reassured that K.T. is never going to be ordinary.
The smell from the melting plastic of the dildos and vibrators is foul, and I'm relieved when K.T. finally adds the box to the flames. The couple are cuddled up next to each other, undoubtedly murmuring sweet nothings. Although how burning sex toys equates to romance is beyond me.
From deep inside the fire, one of the toys has rumbled to life. K.T. lets out an awkward, high-pitched laugh and loudly says, "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Mayor Harrington."
I can't help but snort. He totally just called her out on the still running sex toy in the flames and all three of us know it.
"I love you, Karisma Troudeau. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Reed kisses K.T. gently, and my heart aches a bit. Also, where the heck did Abernathy go to get my cake? Timbuktu?
"Then what are we waiting for, Mister Mayor? I believe we have some important campaign business to attend to elsewhere." K.T. smacks her own ass, and I can't help but wish I felt that comfortable in my own skin.
"Hell yes. But who's going to lock up?" Reed looks at K.T. and I'm half afraid if they don't get out of here, I might end up pregnant just from watching how hot they are for one another.
I put my hand up. "Throw me the keys, girl. You know I'll take care of it."
