Make Me Over_ Getting Real - Leslie Kelly [59]
“You trying to get the cameraman drunk so he won’t follow us?”
“That’s the fourth drink I’ve had sent over to him.”
Bringing her hand to her mouth to cover her giggles, Tori asked, “So where exactly do you plan to go once he’s passed out…uh, distracted?”
“You’ll see.”
As it turned out, she didn’t have long to wait. Sam, a large man who’d already broken out in a sweat in this stuffy room while he lugged his heavy camera around, downed the glass shortly after the waiter handed it to him. Five minutes later, while Tori and Drew sampled a bit of heavenly cheesecake, they saw Sam put his camera down on an empty table and lower himself into a chair beside it.
“Nearly midnight,” Drew said, not hiding his amusement. “Took less than I’d expected, given his size.”
“You bad man, you.”
“Come on.”
He took the small plate out of her hand, but Tori managed to snatch another bite of cheesecake with her fingers. She popped it into her mouth, licking her fingertips. Drew noticed, of course, and gave her a mock frown. “Suzanne would be fainting right about now.”
“Suzanne needs to get a life,” Tori retorted. “Or get laid.”
Fortunately, the music was as loud as the laughter, so no one overheard as they made their way around the edges of the dance floor. As they reached the exit, Drew glanced back at the cameraman. “Still down,” he murmured approvingly.
Once out of the banquet room, Drew took Tori’s hand and hurried her down a long carpeted corridor. A few people stood outside the coat check and he slowed his pace, nodding pleasantly as they walked by. They might have been touring the place…if not for the sexual energy snapping so strongly between them she felt sure they were going to start a fire.
As if reading her thoughts, he paused long enough to pull her into his arms. She threw hers around his neck, holding him tight as he lifted her right off the floor to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She just hung there, letting him support her while he kissed the living daylights out of her.
Voices farther down the hall finally made him pull away. He lowered her to her own two feet, slowly, so her whole body rubbed against his during the long, sultry slide down.
“Oh, God, I want you so much,” she whispered, letting him hear her urgency. Her frenzy.
Taking his hand again, she started pulling him along, heading for the ladies’ room, which had a nice big, comfortable lounge area, including a sofa.
“The ladies’ room?” he asked, laughing but also looking hopeful.
“Wait here.” He did as she asked while she went inside and scoped the place out. It was completely empty, silent and cool—and even a little bit eerie with its black fixtures and black-and-white tiled floor.
Best of all, the entrance had a lock. One that locked from the inside. Opening the door, she found Drew standing right outside, gazing up the hall on the lookout. Tori grabbed his lapel and yanked him in, kissing the surprised laughter right off his lips.
A quick snap secured the lock. A quick yank undid his bow tie. A few flicks of her fingers and his shirt was coming off. A few more and his pants followed.
“You’ve been making me crazy all night,” he said hoarsely as he reached around her to unzip her dress. Though urgent, he was careful when lowering it, protecting the delicate fabric. In spite of the consuming want driving her every move, Tori was still coherent enough to appreciate that sweetness about him.
He was a gentleman.
But right now, the last thing he needed was a lady.
“Take me, Drew,” she whispered as her dress fell away.
He stared at her, from her hair—which had loosened and fallen from its elaborate do—down her throat, her shoulders, over her bare breasts. Farther, to the tiny gold panties, then the thigh-high stockings.
The hunger on the man’s face made the first moments after they’d left the house—when she’d thought her private parts were going to freeze off—completely worth it.
He lowered his mouth to hers again, this time slowing the kiss, tasting every surface;