Free An Unexpected Hunger by C. Rosa

towel.
    Ricky edged closer and closer, our eyes never breaking. The energy from the incident in the water was still palpable, stronger even. The closer he came, the less I wanted to fight the urge to hop on top of him. It had been almost six months since I let myself even touch another man. My body ached in the most painful way . When Ricky’s lips fell on mine, I finally gave in to it.
    At first, the kiss was sweet and gentle. Ricky slightly opened his mouth , and when I let my tongue slide with his our kissing grew more desperate. I leaned into him as he pulled my waist closer to his body. Wrapping my arms around his neck, Ricky hoisted me onto the vanity. I didn’t care one way or the other whether my towel came with me. I hitched my legs around his, drawing him in even closer. His mouth moved down my jawline, gently kissing my neck. The feeling spread tingly warmth all the way down to my toes.
    “Wait, wait… Ricky, we can’t.” I said.
    “Why?” he breathed into my ear. He ran his hand up my thigh, and I practically melted onto the counter.
    “Ricky…” I tried to push him away, but his lips al l over me felt too damn good. I held my breath, and gave it one more try. “Really…we shouldn’t do this.”
    He finally stopped and pulled back. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    We froze in place when Mia knocked on the door. “I got that hair dryer you wanted.”
    “Okay, be right there,” I said. My heart was nearly in my throat, and I flinched at the sound of my own voice.
    Before I had time to hop off the counter, Ricky swung the door open. Mia’s eyes widened, looking past her brother to find me smoothing down my hair. He grabbed the hair dryer and handed it to me, walking right past her without saying a word.
    “Thanks,” I said. “You came just in time.”
    She closed the door, letting her smile do all the talking.
    Mia and Nick were itching to go out somewhere that wasn’t the Mug.
    “I’m not up for it,” Ricky said.
    Mia rolled her eyes. “What about you, Lexy?”
    “Sure,” I said. “I’ll go.”
    Ricky stomped off, while Mia led me upstairs to borrow some of her clothes.
    It was nearly nine thirty when Mia and I came down the steps, ready to go. Nick and Ricky were already in the living room, slung back on the couch, each with a beer in hand.
    “I thought  you said you weren’t coming?” Mia asked Ricky.
    He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip. “I changed my mind.”
    “Mia!” Nick said, getting up. “You ’re not seriously wearing that out, are you?”
    She looked down at her clothe s. “Why? What’s the matter?” she said, looking at me.
    “I think you look great,” I shrugged .
    Ricky rolled his eyes at me. “Of course you do…look at what you’re wearing.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” I asked, now examining my own clothes.
    Ricky got up and grabbed his car keys. “You’re both wearing just enough clothing to make one complete outfit.”
    We all piled into Ricky’s car; Mia and Nick in the back, while I sat in the front with Ricky.
    Mark’s house was brimming with people, the house reverberating with music. Once we were inside, Nick and Ricky trudged through the crowd to find us something to drink.
    I spotted Mark across the way and offered him a quick smile. He stopped the conversation he was in the middle of and walked towards us.
    “You guys came!” he said, giving me and Mia a hug.
    “Yeah,” I shouted over the music. “Thanks for the invite.”
    “No problem,” he shouted back. “Can I get you guys something drink?”
    “The guys are on it now,” Mia said.
    Mark leaned close to my ear. “You look sexy as hell,” he whispered.
    I shot him a quick glance as Ricky and Nick returned with the drinks.
    “Here,” Ricky said, shoving the drink in my face. “All that’s left is beer.”
    Mark took a few steps back from Ricky’s extended arm .
    “This place is amazing,” I said to Mark. The house was huge and beautifully decorated.