Writing Lanie - Forbidden Heart Series

19| Jasmine

Ayden Sawyer

I was getting ready to lay down when I heard music turn on in the kitchen. I frowned as I started walking to my bedroom door. Everyone from the party left, including Nate; and Lanie said she was going to bed. What was she doing?

As I walked through the living room towards the kitchen, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost two In the morning. I ran my hands over my face. I was still a little intoxicated from the liquor I had earlier. I stumbled my way towards the kitchen and froze in the doorway. Lanie was holding a battle of tequila while she swayed back and forth to the music. She was breathtaking.

I was completely mesmerized in that moment. My eyes fell to the black cocktail dress she was wearing. It continued to slide up and down her thighs as she danced. She still had her black high heels on and-- damn. She really was amazing. I could watch her dance all night. She took a gulp of the tequila and ran a hand through her long brown hair.

Her eyes landed on me and she smiled. A real, genuine smile that nearly had me dropping to me knees. She continued to dance as she crooked her finger at me. I felt my left foot take a step forward; it was almost like there was a string attached to her finger and she was pulling me in.

"Hey. I would ask if you're okay, but it seems like you're enjoying yourself." I kept my tone light. I had gotten to know Lanie over the past two weeks and I didn't know what kind of mood she was in. I know how hard the holidays were for her.

"I am feeling good," she cooed. "Won't you join me? This kitchen is big enough for two."

Christ, her voice was low and soft. I almost didn't hear her over the music. Everything about her was drawing me in and I needed to be careful. If I learned anything over the past two weeks, it was that I have very little, if any, resistance for her. I knew the night we shared together shouldn't have happened. It may have been mind-blowing-amazing, but I still betrayed my best friend. The worst part was, I wanted to do it again. And again, and again.

"Sure that's a good idea?" I asked her. She was clearly drunk, or at least tipsy, and I was still intoxicated myself. The two of us alone with our inhibition lowered didn't seem like a smart move. But then again. . . when have I ever been smart?

She met my stare. "Ayden, my brother is being shipped off tomorrow. It's New Years and I wanna dance." She held her hand out to me. "Coming?"

I placed my hands in hers and she pulled me into the kitchen. She held out the bottle of tequila and offered some to me. I took a few gulps before sitting it on the table. She didn't waste any time after that. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands flew to her waist. My heart startled pounding in my chest as I took in the intoxicating scent of her jasmine perfume. Chills shot down my spine as she played with the hat at the base of my neck. I didn't even realize I pulled her flush against me until I heard her melodic voice at my ear.

"You're pretty good at this."

I chuckled at that and flattered my hand against her back. "It's all you, Goddess." I closed my eyes tight before I whispered in her ear, "you look beautiful tonight."

She pulled back a little so she could meet my gaze and flashed me a smile. "You don't look so bad yourself, Sergeant."

I knew this kiss was coming. I could feel it complete certainty. But I was not prepared for it. For any of it. I especially wasn't prepared for her. Lanie cupped the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. Her tongue slipped past my lips instantly. Searching. Seeking. Taking what she wanted. I was more than happy to oblige. I pulled her even closer and I felt her plump breasts press against my chest. I buried my left hand in her hair, and deepened the kiss. When she moaned into my mouth, I was done for. That sound was one my biggest weaknesses when it came to her.