New Year's Kiss (One Night in New York) (3 page)

Haylee nodded.  Her body required food, but it also sought something else.  Something more carnal.  And, if she played her cards right, perhaps she could scratch that itch.  After all, she’d never met Kyle before.  What’s to say she’d see him again after tonight, anyway?  She turned to say something to Melissa, but found her lip-locked with her husband.  On the other side of Jake, Kyle watched her again.  He glanced at the kissing couple then back at her, winked and smiled.  Haylee’s heart skipped a beat.  What did that mean?  Did it mean anything?

Shit, I need to get drunk.

“What’ll it be then?”  Kyle had shifted off the bench and was suddenly standing beside her.  Had she said that out loud?  And why, oh why, did his crotch have to be right in her line of sight.  She could easily just reach over, unbutton his pants, pull down the zipper and get a closer look at the bulge hidden within.  Licking her lips, she groaned deep in her chest.  “Haylee?”  The voice was husky and came from somewhere north of the crotch in front of her.  The pants tented just a bit and he snapped her head away from the temptation before her.

“Just Jager please.”  Keeping her gaze on her hands balled in her lap, Haylee didn’t want Kyle to notice how turned on she was or be able to read her mind.  She’d always been told her eyes and her facial expressions gave away her thoughts.  Right now, she couldn’t take a chance that Kyle would figure out she was fantasizing about helping herself to a taste of him.

“We’re heading out.  I’ll check us in at the Double Tree.”  Cara appeared on the other side of Haylee and she let out a whoosh of breath.  Thankful for the interruption, she focused her thoughts on Cara and her boy toys for the night.  Unfortunately, that didn’t help when she looked up and noticed that hat boy was quite handsome up close.  He did have a lean body, one of a swimmer, but toned all the same.   So the kilt didn’t do him any favors, but Haylee glanced down and caught the way the man-skirt lifted.  She giggled when she realized why it was higher in the front than on the sides.  The other boy toy also seemed to have the same affliction.  Cara gave her a kiss on the cheek, a tweak on the ass and wished her a Happy New Year as she left with the kilted guys.  Cara called out a farewell to the group, saying something about not letting them cool off.

“She’s very touchy-feely isn’t she?”  Kyle sat down on Haylee’s other side, passing her a shot glass.  “To a happy New Year, good friends and an interesting 2012.”  Kyle held up his shot glass and Haylee tapped hers to his before they both slammed back the amber liquid.  It burnt all the way down her throat, but Haylee welcome the sensation.   It kept her mind off the fire that ignited between her legs when Kyle spoke.

“Yeah, Cara’s always been a hugger.  She also cops a feel every chance she can get.  Doesn’t matter who you are, how old you are or what gender.  She loves to touch people.  Seems to work well for her.”  Haylee gulped her beer, chasing the shot and calming her throat.  “She has a heart of gold.  People think she does it for attention, but I really just think her time in college brought out a different side of her.  A side that most people ignore or deny exists.”

“Well, that was a hell of a scene before.”  Kyle sipped his own beer, his eyes on his fingers as he played with the mug.  He glanced up at Haylee and continued, “Isn’t it a bit frustrating to watch that kind of shi….er, stuff, all the time?”

“Frustrating?  No.  That
shit
is entertaining.”  She smiled as she said the word that he apparently was trying not to.  “She has her fun, she stays safe and she never plays with her friends.”

“So you don’t find it, I don’t know…like watching a porno?”  Kyle shifted his gaze away at first, then quickly pulled them back to Haylee’s face.  She saw they’d gotten quite dark.  Almost black instead of green.  Her heart started to beat faster.  He obviously thought the Cara shit was a turn on, because he compared it to a porn movie.  So, that must mean he’s frustrated like…oh…that kind of frustrating.  Haylee couldn’t help the heat that traveled to her cheeks or the Jager induced giggling that followed.  He cocked his head, watching her.

“I thought you meant, like an angry kind of frustrated.”  Haylee giggled again.  “Um, yeah, that can be a bit hard to handle sometimes.”

“Hard.  Hard to handle. Hmmm.”  Kyle shifted a tiny bit closer to Haylee, his thigh now flush against hers.  The hem of her dress had hitched up at some point and was now barely covering her crotch. She shifted and crossed her legs, but made sure to keep contact with his thigh. 

Haylee moved her leg ever so slightly, causing friction between their two bodies.  She felt sinful and sexy and decided that if he were game, she’d play as long as she could.  Maybe it would go somewhere, maybe not.  The delicious sensations vibrating through her body right now were worth the later disappointment when she was home alone.

“And what about you, Haylee? Do you feel
frustrated
?”  The emphasis he placed on that last word tickled the back of her neck.  No, actually, that was his hand.  Somehow, he’d managed to sneak his hand around her back and his fingertips grazed the side of her neck. She had unconsciously flipped her hair over her right shoulder, exposing her left shoulder to his touch.

“Mmmm,” was all Haylee could manage as her eyes drifted closed.  Yes, indeed she was feeling frustrated.  Even more so now he was touching her, running his fingers from the base of her neck down its curve to her shoulder.  Despite the sheer material covering her skin, it was no barrier to his searing touch.  She felt the small circles he traced on her shoulder as he leaned in towards her ear.

“Tell me, Haylee.  How do you feel?”  Kyle’s voice was barely a whisper, his breath hot on her neck.  His lips grazed her ear lobe, causing goose bumps to travel the course of her body.

She turned her head in his direction, her face coming next to his, their lips almost touching.  “I feel very frustrated right now.”  She also felt ridiculously turned-on and couldn’t bring herself to look in to his eyes.  That close, there’s no way he could miss her desire; it surely burned bright in her eyes at that moment.

“Can I help you with that, beautiful?”  Thump.  Yep, that was her chin hitting the floor.  Did he really just say that to her?  In the middle of a pub, with their friends only a few feet away?

Friends.

Oh shit.  Haylee began to panic.  Not only was she acting like a wanton in front of her friends, but Kyle was one of them now.  And, he was
off-limits
.  Damn. Haylee bolted up from the bench and caught Krista’s eye, then tilted her head to the side.  The unspoken, “Come with me to the ladies room,” message sent and received.

Krista followed Haylee to the bathroom and into a stall.  She started to laugh, until Haylee looked at her.  The women stood on either side of the toilet, each waiting for the other to speak.

“I should go home, Kris.  I can’t stand being around Kyle.”  Haylee glanced down at her hands, surprised she twisted them together without even thinking about it.

“What?  What do you mean?”  Krista reached over and grabbed Haylee’s hands.  “Lee, what did he do?  Did he something to you?”  Krista’s voice rose and her face was etched with concern.

“Oh gosh, Kris.  No.  I didn’t mean it like that.”  Haylee rocked pace and forth, in lieu of pacing.  “He’s hot and he’s been very nice to me.  It’s just…it’s just that he’s a friend.”  Haylee looked up at Krista, searching for understanding in her best friend’s eyes.

Krista stared at the wall for a minute before she busted out laughing.  “Shit.  You like him dontcha?”  She put an arm around her waist, holding herself as she continued to laugh.  “You like him and you’re afraid to break your ‘no friends’ rule, right?” Her words came out broken by laughter.  “Lee, listen to me.  He is hot.  He’s single.   He is here alone, tonight.  And, from what I saw, he is into you.  Go for it.  It’s just one night.  Live a little.”

“Kris, look, you know this isn’t easy for me.  I’ve never been the one guys go for.  Which worked out fine back in school. But now, I really want to find somebody.  Somebody who wants me just the way I am.”

“And, you’ll find that.  We’re young.  Come on.  Just have fun tonight.  It’s almost midnight.  You stick by his side and I bet you’ll get one hell of a kiss from those sweet lips he’s got.”  Krista was calmer now, only giggling here and there as she gestured wildly with her hands.

“Fine. Okay, fine.”  Haylee straightened her back.  Then, she slumped again.  “I’m not a very good kisser, Krista.  You know I haven’t kissed many guys.”

“Want me to practice with you?”  Krista’s face was serious.

“Fuck you.”  Haylee busted out laughing.  Krista joined her.  “Okay, I’ll give it a shot.  What’s the worse that could happen?  I kiss like a fish and then go back home on the train with Melissa and Jake.  Not like I’ll see Kyle again any time soon.”  Hashing it out with Krista had Haylee convincing herself and her confidence soared.  They left the stall and garnered a few strange looks from others in the bathroom, causing them both to giggle their way back to the bench where everyone else sat. 

“Where’d everyone go?”  Haylee asked when she realized only Kyle, Melissa and Jake were still seated.  She glanced up at the clock behind the bar and noticed it was almost midnight. 

Kyle stood and handed Haylee and Krista each a glass of champagne.  Haylee shuddered, she hated the drink and only tolerated one glass per year.  Then Kyle handed each of them a tall shot glass.

“What’s this?”  Krista held the glass up to the light over the bench.

“Cocoa Passion.  It has passion fruit, dark crème de cacao, tequila, and champagne.  It’s something tasty to wash down the regular champagne.”  Kyle looked at Haylee the whole time he spoke then winked at her.

“Five.”  The crowd roared.  “Four.” Kyle stepped close to Haylee.  “Three.” They all turned towards the TV.  “Two.” Everyone in the pub raised their glass.  “One.” A thunderous “Happy New Year” echoed through the bar, making Haylee’s ears ring.  She tipped glasses with every person within reach, friend or stranger, then chugged back her champagne.  Choking a little, she wiped the tears from her eyes. 

Kyle’s body was pressed against hers.  The room had suddenly become very small.  He held his shot glass up and she tapped hers to his.  “To new friends and a wonderful new year.” Kyle leaned down and whispered in her ear.  She could only nod.  The champagne and his hard body leaning against hers was overwhelming.  He braced a hand around her back as he tipped his head and drank his shot.  She did the same, closed her eyes and let out a groan.  It was sweet, chocolatey and took away the champagne taste in her mouth.  Now, that was the way to drink champagne, she thought.

Kyle snatched her glass and placed them on a tray that mysteriously appeared near them.  The waitress wished them a happy new year and went on to take other glasses.  Kyle put his other arm around Haylee’s waist and drew her close to him.  She looked up into his eyes and everything around her faded away, except the drunken singing of Auld Lang Syne. 

“Happy New Year, Haylee.”

“Happy New Year, Kyle.”

Kyle leaned down and brushed a soft kiss over her lips.  He tasted of chocolate.  She felt her whole body turn to mush at the contact of his soft lips against hers.  Kyle
swept another soft kiss against her mouth as he pulled her into him.  When she felt his erection, she gasped and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.  He was gentle with her and she suddenly wanted more.  She opened her mouth further, allowing him to tease her tongue with soft strokes of his own.  Kyle’s arms tightened around her and she leaned into him.

Haylee moaned and brought her hands up around Kyle’s neck.  If this was all she would get tonight, she was going to take full advantage of it.  She slid her hands back down and over his shoulders, desperate to feel as much of him as she could get away with.  Kyle’s hands wandered down to the small of her back, just above her ass and she ground herself against him ever so slightly.  He took it a step further, pressing her into him in response. Haylee felt her knees buckle and her head was fogged.  She was completely lost in Kyle’s arms.  Until the catcalls started, snapping her back to reality.

Pulling herself back, Haylee looked up at Kyle’s face.  The smile there made her feel as if she’d swoon.

Swoon?  WTH?

Kyle’s arms still wrapped around her waist, he gradually pushed her backwards until they merged with a group of people dancing to Without You by David Guetta.  They started to move slowly, in sync, their gazes fixed on each other.  When the beat picked up, they started to move in a dance as old as time, grinding their hips against each other. Kyle’s hands moved from Haylee’s hips to her ass, caressing firmly.  She broke their connection and slowly turned herself against his body, rubbing her back against his front.  He wrapped his arms around her, crossing them in the front and keeping her close as their bodies moved as one.