She's an interesting study because she still looks a lot like that innocent girl I kissed five years ago, and sometimes she still acts like it. But there's a mature calmness about her, like she's settled into her own skin. There's a restlessness there as well, which practically hums off her. I can feel it when I kiss her, like she's vibrating with some sort of need to let loose. And she's proven, at least on one occasion, that she does have the ability to cede control. I do think she's far too serious by half and if there is one thing I'd like to crack wide open, it's her ability to be spontaneous.
I'd so love to see all the ways she could be spontaneous with me.
When a waitress comes up to our table, Sean orders us shots of Tullamore Dew, his favorite Irish whiskey. He orders one for Cady and Teagan, but they are still burning up the dance floor. I notice they have a throng of guys surrounding them, and I try to keep an eye on Cady to make sure she doesn't get mauled. Teagan, however, looks like she wants to get mauled but it's not my job to look out for her.
When the drinks finally arrive, Cady and Teagan have made it back to the table, both glistening with sweat. We hold the glasses up and Sean says, "Sláinte". We all quickly shoot them back and I'm impressed when Renner sets her shot glass down without even so much as a gasp. Her eyes raise to mine and I can see they are burning from the effects of that one shot. I give her a casual smile and I'm pleased when she returns it, even if only briefly.
By the time the band comes out to play, we've all had three more shots and I'm nursing my second beer. The girls are buzzed good and thorough, and they all three come back to the table after having just left the dance floor.
It was absolute torture watching Renner dance. She's good...sexy damn good. But what got my dick hard was when Cady and Teagan grabbed her hand to pull her out there. She turned her back on us to follow them, and I almost groaned out loud when I saw her backside. The halter-top she’s wearing doesn't have a f**king back to it. The material basically stops at the sides of her br**sts and is held together across her back by three, thin ribbons that she has knotted into bows.
When I saw her back for the first time, I vaguely heard Sean let out a whistle between his teeth, but then I had to concentrate on forcing the p**n ographic images out of my mind. I don't know what it is about a woman's back, but I think it's about the sexiest place on her body. And Renner's is magnificent. I can see the slight cut of her shoulder blades, and inch after inch of pale, smooth skin. I even notice the tiny mole she has, just above her hipbone, right where the low cut waistband to her miniskirt lies. I imagine running my tongue over that spot. Then I imagine her bent over a table while I smooth my hands up her back.
Fuck, I need to get my head on straight or I'll be sporting a boner all night... all because her back is bared to me.
When the band finally comes out and the music starts, the crowd starts pressing inward. I have a nice buzz, and I know Renner has one too as her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are a little glassy. The same goes for Teagan and Cady, and they push their way through the crowd to stand in front of the stage but Renner doesn't go with them.
Sean and I are standing side by side, yelling back and forth our observations about the music. At the end of the first song, the crowd is thick and frenzied, and I can feel people pushing in on me from all sides. I'm able to deftly maneuver Renner in front of me, and because the crowd is so thick, I'm pressed up against her back before too long.
When our bodies first make contact, I feel her stiffen slightly, but then she must realize there's no place for me to go and she relaxes into it. I bring my hands to her h*ps and lightly hold on to her there, my thumbs softly grazing the bare skin above her waistband. I have no clue if Sean can see what I'm doing, but I think not because we are all packed in so tight.
I have two things on my agenda tonight. To listen to some hopefully good music, and to try to touch Renner as much as she will let me. So far, everything is going according to plan.
This band is pretty awesome. They play an interesting mix of rock-techno-pop. When one of their songs turns frenzied, the crowd starts letting loose, jumping up and down in place. It doesn't take long before people are knocking into us and I don't want Renner to get hurt so I grab her hand and lead her from the thickest part of the crowd. Sean stays behind, clearly enjoying himself. He'd be the first to throw himself into a mosh pit if one formed and I can only hope that Cady and Teagan can handle themselves up front.
We reach the edge of the crowd, although there are still quite a few people around. I place her back in front of me. This time, rather than just hold onto her hips, I wrap one arm around her waist, and the other around her chest, holding her tight to me. She doesn't even stiffen up this time, immediately softening her body against mine, and I'm not sure if that's because she enjoys my touch, or she's just buzzing from the alcohol we've had.
Either way, I'm going to relish it.
I can't help myself. The music is thumping in my veins, the whiskey has warmed me up just right, and Renner smells like the most sinful dessert. Loosening my hold on her, I skim my fingertips down her side, coming to rest on her hips. I let my fingers dig in just a bit, then I graze them back up over her ribs and then just a bit higher, loving the way she goes absolutely still when they skim over the side of her breast. It's a move that's just bold enough that I might get slapped, or she may consider it a mere slip of the hand so to speak. But she then lays her head back on my shoulder and I know she enjoyed the touch. I don't waste any time though and lower my hands back down to her hips.