“Well, you’re hot.”
He turned back toward me. “Hot?”
“Is there something wrong with that word choice?” I took another sip.
“No. Not at all.” He held up his empty cup. “Want one more?”
If I’d been with Aaron, he probably would have cut me off, but Aaron wasn’t there to tell me what to do anymore. “I’d love one.”
Three cups and a few hours later, I’d learned a lot about Blazer. I knew he liked action movies, espresso, and wanted a pet. I still didn’t know his name, but that detail didn’t seem to matter.
He took a strand of my hair and studied it. “Is this your natural color?”
“Yes.”
He dropped the strand. “I’ve never dated a girl with blonde hair.”
“Well, you’re not dating me.”
He gently brushed his fingers down my bare arm. “No, but I want to kiss you.”
“Then kiss me.” I was used to pushy guys. The kind that knew what they wanted and took it.
“Okay.” He smiled before leaning in.
The kiss was hesitant at first, the kind of kiss that gets your whole body excited because you know there’s more to come. I waited—hoping he’d take it further. His hand slid just under the hem of my shirt, brushing against my skin. The touch was light, but it was still enough to get a response out of me. I moaned.
That must have been what he was waiting for. He deepened the kiss, pushing into my mouth with such force I was taken by surprise. I kissed him back, enjoying the sweet taste of his mouth, and the way his hand slowly inched its way up my stomach. Blazer moved from zero to sixty. I didn’t mind it. I moved onto his lap, welcoming the arm he put around me to pull me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His hand moved higher, cupping my breast over my bra. I was drunk and hot, and so turned on I was going to lose it.
That’s when the door to the roof opened. The loud laughter of a group of girls pulled me half out of my lustful stupor.
“Want to go for a walk?” His question was asking something else entirely. I knew that when I answered with an enthusiastic yes.
Blazer held my hand as we made our way through the crowds. I looked briefly for Gabriella, but I didn’t see her. The normal Cara would have called her to tell her I was leaving with a random guy—but was Blazer random? We had chatted for hours already.
Before I could worry about it long, we were walking along the dark and nearly vacant beach. It was January on the South Carolina coast, and the crowds were months away.
“You never told me your name.” He said it as a statement as he led me further away from the party.
“Cara.”
“Hi, Cara. I’m Chase.”
I smiled. “Isn’t it a little late for introductions?” I stopped and turned toward the ocean.
“It’s never too late.” He drew something on my arm with his finger. The sensation felt good. I closed my eyes.
“You look so gorgeous. The moonlight, that look on your face.”
I opened my eyes and his face was inches from mine. “If you’ve never dated a blonde, does that mean you’ve never had sex with one?”
“Why? Are you looking to change that?” His eyes were lidded.
“I’d like to.” I slipped a finger into the waistband of his jeans.
“Should we go back to my hotel room, or do you have one?” He looked down. “I’m going to be honest here. I haven’t done this before.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” That would be just my luck.
He laughed. “No. Not saying that at all. I just don’t generally hook up with girls I’ve just met.”
“At least you know my name.”
“I do know your name, don’t I, Cara?”
Something happened to me when he said my name. I needed him. I reached up again, wrapping my arms around him. I crushed my lips into his.
We came up for air only after ending up horizontal on the sand. He laughed. “Or we can just pick things up right here.”
We were at the very end of the beach, half in the shadows created by the bright moonlight and the boardwalk. The thought of separating myself from this sexy guy didn’t sound appealing. What did sound appealing was getting rid of that blazer—and his shirt.