No, my brain is stuck on the fact that you are not wearing a bra, and I am probably going to be staring at your chest all night, I think. She gives me a coy smile. I squint at her. Maybe she is not so innocent after all. She turns away to hide her grin. Oh, she knows what she is doing to me. I wonder what she will do if I tell her that exactly what her dress is doing to me.

I step up behind her letting my hands slide from the small of her back to her waist. Leaning down to her left ear, I whisper, “Love the dress. It gives me so many…interesting ideas.” I watch her struggle to swallow as a shiver ran down her spine.

“Oh?” she says breathily. “Like what?”

I slide my hand up so it’s resting just below her breast. “How your lack of a bra makes it incredibly easy to slide my hand under the fabric of your dress. Have those lush rosy red nipples to toy with. Tell me, are they still extremely sensitive?”

I can physically see her pulse racing on her neck. Her breath erratic. I step back, breaking all contact.

“We should get going. We don’t want to miss our reservation,” I say casually. We could be three hours late and still get a table, but I want to see how this flirting pans out.

Brooke

I am so horny! The dress Sonia found for me did its job. I look sexy and classy. I do not know where the teasing seductress came from. Since when am I so bold? Unfortunately, Landon can give as much as he can take. The whole night has been a big Mexican standoff. A flirty comment from me, a sultry grin from him. His hands will brush down my back whenever given a chance. I will lean forward exposing my cleavage to him.

We have just arrived home and I don’t think I could wait much longer. Landon turns the kitchen light on, illuminating the room.

“I had a really good time,” I say softly.

Landon smiles down at me. “Good that was the goal.”

I laugh at his response. For a minute, we just stand there silently staring at each other, each of us not knowing what to do next. I know what I want but am not sure how to get it or if it is even a good idea.

“Landon,” I say.

“Mm.” His eyes never leave my face, his eyes boring into mine.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

His pupils dilate, and he slowly lowers his face toward mine. Our lips connect and the taut string that has been tugging back and forth between us all night finally snaps. The kiss does not even have a chance to start out slow. Landon roughly pulls me to him, and I shove my fingers into his hair.

Landon’s hands slide down till he cups my butt, pulling me even closer, but it is not enough. Our teeth clash, and I start unbuttoning Landon’s shirt with a frantic need. My hands glide across any part of his skin they could find. Landon’s hand slides down the exposed skin of my back, coming to rest on my butt. He lifts me off the ground and guide my legs to wrap around him.