““I wasn’t one hundred percent certain you’d be down with the makeup.” “Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow, propping a hip against the table to sip his beer. “Why wear it, then?” I stepped closer, enough so that if he’d parted his knees a little bit, I could have pressed right up flush against him. I brushed my lips along his jaw, somewhere between a kiss and a nuzzle, not quite either. “Because I didn’t wear it for you.” I could swear I heard a soft groan escape his throat under the bass of the music, and then his knees did inch apart a bit more, his hands settling more firmly on my hips again to draw me closer until we were eye-to-eye and crotch-to-crotch. We gasped in unison at the friction of that first electric contact. “And that is why you’re so fucking hot,” he rasped. Our mouths were a breath apart and he could have kissed me, or I could have kissed him. But we didn’t. We just breathed together, savoring that madly intense moment of perfect wanting. After a moment he stepped back and led me to the dance floor.””
