Page 21 of Drunk Girl

We dig in to our pizza, both apparently starving, as we forgo any conversation until we’ve both finished our first two pieces, and both reach for a third slice.

“Guess we worked up an appetite,” Nick muses as I place the pizza on my plate, then take a drink of my root beer. It tastes really good and I look at the label.

“Like it?” he asks, tipping his own bottle in my direction.

“Yes, what brand is this?”

“I brewed it myself.”

“Really?” I ask, impressed, then take another drink.

“Yep, I started brewing my own a few years ago. I’ve brewed a few beers, as well. If we ever expand, it’s something that we want to add to the bar. We’d have to brew off-site and bring it in, as we don’t have the space available to install all the equipment that would be required to make large batches.”

“That’s so neat. I’ve never tried a home-brewed drink before.”

“I’ve perfected this one over the years. My first batch was horrible. I had to dump it all out, it was so vile,” he tells me on a laugh. “Thankfully, with time and some experimenting, I’ve figured out the perfect recipe for this one, along with a few beers that I like making.”

“I’ll have to try one of those next time,” I say, before finishing off my root beer.

“That you will.” He leans over and crashes his lips against mine. “You drive me wild,” he says against my lips.

I pull back and look him in the eye. “I could say the same about you,” I tell him as I trace his face with a fingertip.

“Do I need to get you home?” he asks, breaking the contact and looking down at his watch. “I’ve monopolized your day and evening. I don’t want to keep you if you’ve got things to do.”

“I’m good. I don’t have a job to go to tomorrow, remember,” I say, shrugging.

“I’m sure that will change this week.”

“I sure hope so,” I tell him as he pulls me against his side.

“If you don’t need to go, we can watch that movie we talked about earlier.”

“Don’t you need to go to bed soon?”

“I’m good. I don’t usually go to bed until two or later. Kinda comes with the territory of closing the bar. I’m up later than that on Friday and Saturday nights, so I try not to get my schedule off by too much on the other nights, if I can help it.”

“Have you always been a night owl?” I ask as Nick starts to rub my shoulder.

“Pretty much.” He laughs. “You?”

“Not as late as you, but I’m usually up until at least midnight.”

“Well, tell me when you’re ready to go. Until then, I’m going to enjoy having you here,” he tells me, then drops his lips to my neck. As soon as his lips make contact, goose bumps break out all down my arms and legs, and sends a bolt of electricity straight to my clit. “You cold?”

A smile crests his lips that are still hovering just over the skin right behind my ear.

“Mhmmm,” I moan as his lips return to my skin.

As Nick explores my neck, I turn in his arms, then slide onto his lap until I’m straddling him. I trail my hands up his chest and neck until I cup his face, then bring his lips from my neck to my own, letting him take the lead once we’re kissing once again. I can feel him hardening beneath me, and I rotate my hips as I seek the connection I so desperately need all of a sudden.

“Slow down, babe,” Nick says against my lips, and I still in his lap.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back even farther, sliding off his lap, suddenly embarrassed I climbed into his lap and was practically dry humping the man.

“Nothing, babe. I just don’t want to move too fast foryou.Just like the other night, I didn’t want you making a decision after drinking all night, and right now, I don’t want you moving things faster than you’re comfortable with.”

“I wouldn’t have climbed on your lap if I wasn’t comfortable with where things were going,” I tell him, still embarrassed.

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