I lost footing when our lips touched and the air was sucked out of my lungs. Zade circled his arm around my waist and i felt the hem of my dress riding up, exposing the bottom of my ass when he anchored his fingers into my waist. 

The taste of whiskey on his lips blended with the tequila on mine and the tastes danced on my tongue while he pressed me against him and held me so close that I felt like I could fall and he’d still hold me up. 

Zade walked us back over the black ...