CHAPTER 5

Brian turned to face the little redhead sat next to him. His kiss caused her face to flush, her eyes to glaze over, and those mouthwatering lips to split apart. He moved quietly as his cock shifted in his trousers and drew his eyes away from her to finish his last sip of beer.

  He had came in here for a quiet drink and to let off some steam, not to hook up. CASA was getting under his skin over his new aircraft, and he was about sick of having to throw himself through hoops simply to appease them. He had assumed that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would welcome the addition of a new commercial airline to disrupt the dominance of the Big Two, but apparently not. His luxury charter flight service had been running successfully for a while, and all he wanted to do was turn it into a more lucrative business. First-class domestic travel should not be too challenging to offer.

  He placed his empty bottle on the counter and motioned for the bartender. Even though Blue had been a welcome diversion, he was still upset with CASA.

  He turned to her, "Can I buy you another drink, Blue?" She still had a little bit of a dazed appearance after his kiss, but she brushed it off and smiled at him. It was like receiving a kick to the stomach.

  Blue was beautiful. A few freckles scattered over her nose, alabaster complexion to complement her golden red hair, a cupid's bow lips painted scarlet, big chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold, long lashes, and elegant eyebrows. If the freckles extended lower, he questioned.

  "Sure," she said, "but something powerful. I'm attempting to pass out here by drinking.

  Then tequila is required. He raised four fingers and nodded to the bartender. On the bar in front of them, he set the bottle, four shot glasses, a salt shaker, and four lime quarters.

  She replied as she turned to face him with those huge eyes, "I've never done tequila shots.

  He grinned. He continued, scooping up the bottle, "Then let me show you how it's done," and poured each of them two shots. He picked up the salt shaker and said, "You see, you take the salt and lick it." He grabbed her hand, shook salt across the back of it, and then licked the salt off. The tequila is then shot. He grabbed up the lime and did precisely that. "And sucking the lime." He took it in his lips and inhaled the juice, which was still fresh. Suck, lick, and sip. Your turn is now," he remarked.

  She took his hand, turned it over to reveal his wrist, and scooped up the salt. She sprinkled some salt on it before licking the delicate skin with her warm, pink tongue to take up the salt. At the contact, his cock sprang, and he momentarily shut his eyes. She took the shot glass in her hand and sipped the tequila, her throat straining and her face contorted at the flavor. He grabbed the lime and placed it in his mouth. Before she reached up and placed her lips over his, taking the lime juice into her mouth, she grinned at him.

  She pushed away, bit her lip, and said, "Lick, sip, suck." He groaned under his breath, spat the lime into the napkin, and licked his lips.

  He said, "My turn," in a raspy voice.

  He examined her as he took up the salt shaker. He softly brushed her hair over her shoulder with his other hand, exposing her smooth neck. She cocked her head to the side, showing him more of it as she begged him for forgiveness. He dropped his head after shaking some salt into her alabaster skin. He closed his eyes and licked, breathing in the floral aroma of her shampoo. He sucked, enjoying her short inhalation, before closing his lips on her sensitive skin. She had the lime tucked under her cleavage as he turned back to her after struggling to lift his head to shoot the tequila. He took a minute to collect himself before sinking down and grabbing the lime in his mouth, letting his lips linger. His breath hissed out between his teeth.

  She held him in position by placing a hand on his neck and brushing the short stubble of his hair. He inhaled her smell and took a sip of lime juice. He carefully raised his head, bringing his beard, lips, and nose up to her neck. He put his lips to her shoulder after letting the lime drip from his tongue into his palm.

  She exhaled and said, "I...ah, I think it's my turn." She spoke in a hushed, breathy tone.

  Before raising his head, he gave her a quick kiss while grinning into her neck. He let go of his tie and removed his top button, showing her his neck. She looked him over, her eyes eager, and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth. His body was lowered towards her as a result of the tug on his tie, resting over the neckline of her dress on her chest. He shuddered as she licked the salt off the back of his neck after she had shaken it there. He raised his head a little and placed his lips right where her neck's pulse wavered. As she drank the shot, he felt her neck move, and he proceeded to lick the flesh where her neck and shoulder met. As she sucked on the lime, he heard her take a big breath and felt her swallow once again.

  After removing the lime from her lips and tossing it on the bar, Brian raised his head. His hands encircled her face, capturing her lips in the process. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting salt, tequila, and citrus as she opened to him. He licked her upper lip while sucking on the bottom of her lip. She groaned and pushed her warm body up against his, getting closer to him.

  He said softly in her ear, "Do you want to get out of here?" "In the hotel, I have a room upstairs."

  She glanced at his face before grinning and nodding. He pushed her through the busy bar to the bank of elevators by grabbing her hand and his coat. After pressing the call button, he pulled her close and gave her another deep kiss while wrapping his hands around her waist and palming her behind.

  The doors slid open very softly and the elevator dinged. Without looking up, he maneuvered her into the vehicle and guided her to the rear wall while depressing the floor button. He shoved her up against the mirror wall and pressed his bulk on her. His steel rod erection throbbed behind his fly, and she felt so comfortable being molded against him.

  He raised his head but remained in her line of sight. He moaned as she raised her large doe eyes to meet his. He stroked her face with his knuckles while allowing some of her hair to fall between his fingers. It had a rose gold color and was delicate and velvety.

  He whispered, "Are you going to tell me your name, Blue?"