Jared admitted to himself, and would never out loud, that things were going swimmingly. In fact things were going much better than he had planned up to this point. He couldn't believe that he had managed to get out of the charity event, and get this far with getting lucky with a damn fine woman. He had grand visions of pinning her down and ramming his cock into her with a feverish pace to start, slowing down for them both to enjoy things as his hips would move in ways he figured she could only dream of. Yes, it was safe to say that Jared Armando had an ego, one that the state of Hawaii could not contain, in fact it was likely true that the world itself could not contain his ego. It needed to be put in check, but he didn't figure that was going to happen anytime soon.<br/><br/>"Of course, shoes off it ish," he said with a slur as he placed the toe of his left shoe at the heel of the right shoe and plucked his foot out then repeated the process for his left foot to get free. It was nice to have them off, and he watched her grab the bottle of whiskey and took the hint gulping another good sized swig. He felt the fire burn once more, but it was smoother this time, mainly on the heels of him being more inebriated by this point versus the last gulp he took.<br/><br/>He followed Emma to the couch and plopped down with expert precision, not one drop of his precious liquid gold spilled, and soon more met his lips before he placed the cup into a holder on the couch. What convenient placement indeed as it allowed him to get closer to his catch of the night. One hand slipped behind her back, the other across her chest, grazing her bosom, before resting on her opposite shoulder. Gently, yet forcefully, he pulled her to face him and his lips aimed to meet her own, his lips wanting to part, his tongue daring to dash out and play with her own pink probe. His heart was racing with passion, and he intended to see how far she would let him go.