Good Luck Anna

Happy New Year

  Anna

  Alex drops us off in front of the riot house, a girl is already puking into Mrs. Anderson's Rose bushes when we walk up the driveway. Great, I could be braless eating ice cream, instead I'm in five-inch heels with a push up bra squeezing my boobs to within an inch of their life. 

   After a lengthy debate with Becca -which I lost- I'm also freezing my butt off in a short tight black dress, the only good thing about it is that it makes my arse look fantastic.

   Would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I love the way Thomas has looked like he wants to devour me since I've put it on.

  Inside is complete carnage, the music is pounding even louder than last time. Thomas keeps his hand firmly placed on my lower back as Becca guides us through the mass of drunk bodies.

  Heat radiates through me from the point of contact until I feel like I'm draped in a fuzzy blanket instead of a skimpy dress.

  We congregate in the kitchen, for once James seeks out Becca first, as a result they have spent the last half hour mauling each other's faces.

  Thomas hasn't moved his hand from my back since we walked through the door, which I'm thankful for since I can't really be bothered entertaining any drunk lads tonight.

  Well maybe just one drunk guy.

  After my fourth vodka, I've finally got enough Dutch courage to relax into his chest slipping my hand around his waist.

  He is busy talking to a couple guys he plays football with, so I assume he won't notice the movement but God does he, Thomas' big hand slowly crawls across the remainder of my back, settling across my ribs, tucking me neatly under his arm.

  My whole-body shudders with the movement, it's not like we don't wake up most mornings closer than this but the way his thumb absently rubs back and forth over my ribs feels incredibly intimate.

  Finishing off my drink, Becca finally detaches herself from James's face, only to wag her eyebrows at our entangled position before drawing a huge heart in the air. She nabs my cup refilling it with vodka and coke, my head is beginning to buzz, I'll need to nurse this one for a little while, so I don't get as pissed as last time.

  Becca wanders around the kitchen island to take my hand, shouting in my ear "let's dance." I really don't want to leave the warmth of Thomas' side, but I do love to dance.

  I give his waist a squeeze, making those sea blue eyes to swing to mine, his beauty causes my breath catch in my throat. Bloody hell how is it allowed for him to look that good with so much booze flowing through his veins.

  Thomas bends down to allow me to speak in his ear "We are going to dance." He nods but his fingers flex on my waist, making it clear that he'd rather not let me go. My poor little heart slams around in my chest tempting me just to stay with him. The only reason I do leave, is because he has friends here to keep him occupied.

  We weave through the people stumbling around the kitchen, to dance in the dining room with everyone else. As Becca and I sway and spin around each other, I don't need to look up to know that Thomas has his eyes locked on me. It's like I can physically feel his gaze caressing me as it roams my body. Fuck, it's such a damn turn on.

  Confirming that I'm not going mad Becca grabs me in a strong hug yelling "your not boyfriend looks like he wants to rip your clothes off and so does half the guys here. I think you owe me a thank you for making you wear this sexy little dress tonight." She slaps my ass making me yelp, her eyes are looking right behind me. Ah that was for Thomas' benefit.

   With my butt cheeks still stinging we make our way back to the guys, Becca reattaches to James' face as Thomas doesn't hesitate for a second to pull me into his side again. Significantly more buzzed than the first time this happened I slide my hand into the back pocket of his jeans giving his ass a squeeze. His low chuckle rumbles against my ear as his hand on my back moves into a claw, fingers slowly crawling south like spider legs.

  I'm vibrating with anticipation but instead of the rough squeeze I'm given a soft massage. Glaring up at him, Thomas completely cracks up, "not what you expected love?" Fuck that word again between love and babe these pet names are going to be the end of me.

  Innocently shaking my head, he leans down, "looked like it hurt when Becca smacked you out there but if you're into that then..." His voice is dangerously deep as his hand leaves my backside, my breath hitches. Yes please.

  Thomas freezes surprise consuming his features, he drops his forehead to my neck groaning painfully. Both hands returning to my ass squeezing so hard that I whimper into his shoulder, my body burning with need for more of him.

  "The countdown begins, everyone say it with me." the booming voice of the DJ breaks us apart both panting as everyone begins screaming out the countdown. "Three, two, one. Happy New Year!"

  People start kissing and hugging all around us but we both seem in a trace, staring with a fierce heat rolling between us. After a light shove forward from Becca, I stumble to him using every ounce of bravery I possess, to reach up and bring his lips to mine. Its only brief but doesn't stop them burning from the contact, when I say "happy new year."

  Stepping back, Thomas' arm attaches itself to my waist tugging me back to him. With his free hand he nudges my chin up. I don't think I've ever been looked at with such blatant desire in my entire life.

  Thomas drops his lips to mine for a long lingering kiss, the noise around us stops, everything just quietens into peaceful nothing while Thomas has his lips on me.

  My needy hands grip onto his shirt begging for more but James picks that moment to slap Thomas on the shoulder announcing, "we need shots."

  He is lucky that he can't see the murderous look in the eyes of the guy who's arms I'm currently in or he'd probably shit himself.

  Thomas places another light kiss to my lips then whispers, "happy new year."

  After way too many shots Thomas is oiled enough to dance with me. His big hands run the length of my body allowing me to dance all over him.

  Next time I see Becca I owe her the hugest thanks for forcing me out tonight. All this touching, those beautiful kisses would never have happened had we stayed at home.  

AN: I know, I know finally haha! thank you for continuing to read about these two dorks :D