There was only one light in the room and it was a dim one but it was just enough to see his eyes looking back at her. She reached to his belt, pulling at it roughly.
"Is Vincent scared?" she was teasing him badly now and she playfully nipped at his bottom lip, the alcohol working through her, heating her entire body!
She wanted it, not caring that she hardly knew the guy, not caring that she was completely drunk - that they were both completely drunk!
For a split second, she remembered her dreams. She remembered being in her private bedchambers, a beautiful gown on her body which was being skillfully removed by deft hands and her head fell back, her mouth half open as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Jaime...
Kate caught herself, her head jerking back up to look at him, half-smile on her lips as she pulled his belt off and unzipped his trousers.
No, not Jaime...not Jaime...Vincent...your new friend...your drunk and incredibly attractive friend who you'll probably never see again after tonight. Just as well...
"Fuck me," she purred against him, shoving his trousers to the floor around his ankles. "Hard..."