Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Her hips shifted against his, a slow, not-so-subtle gyration his cock couldn’t ignore. “I doubt you’re that coordinated at the moment.” He caught her hips in his hands to keep her from rubbing up against him so sinuously. “How many drinks have you had?”
She lifted one of her hands from his shoulder and squinted at it, trying to use her fingers to count. “Mmm, four, maybe five?” she said, a slight slur in her voice as she leaned closer, a sexy, playful smile on her lips. “But don’t worry about me having too much to drink. I have a designated driver.”
He hated to admit it, but she looked adorable, and he forcibly swallowed back a laugh. “I think it’s time to take you home,” he said, trying to sound stern.
She shook her head, causing all that silky blond hair to shift across her bare back and her breasts to jiggle against his chest. “Nope. I’m not ready yet.” She cast him a coy, tipsy look. “And guess what, knight in shining armor. Now that you’ve chased off my dance partner, that forces you to take his place.”
Oh, hell. “Yeah, no, that’s not my thing.”
Her lashes fell half-mast, her expression sultry and determined. “But it’s my thing and my weekend,” she reminded him, then slowly slid her arms from around his neck and stepped back. “So if you’re not interested, I’ll just find another dance partner who is, because I’m not ready to go home.”
Fuck. He didn’t doubt she’d make good on her threat. Before she could do just that, he hooked his arm around the waist and brought her flush against his body. His conscience told him he should have let her go. That same conscience reminded him it was his job to look out for her, to not let her go find a fuck buddy for the night.
Especially when he wanted that to be him.
A small triumphant spark lit her eyes, and it took all his control to resist the urge to smack her ass, hard, for being so full of sass.
God, she was such a handful, so damn bold and daring, and those personality traits exhilarated him. She was sweet, sassy, and delightfully unpredictable. Unlike the staid women he was used to, Jessica kept him on his toes and had his blood pumping. And that was before this evening. With a few drinks under her belt, her inhibitions melted away and she tempted him like he’d never been tempted before.
Knowing it would only drive him insane to watch her dance with another man, he stayed right where he was and allowed her to drive him crazy in a whole different way. He loosened his grip so she could dance but she had an agenda of her own. She looped her arms around his neck and pulled them close, moving to the music, her warm, curvy body rubbing against him in time to the pulsing beat.
She tossed her hair, turning around to do a sexy shimmy and backing into him until her ass nestled perfectly against his groin and the unmistakably stiff erection in his pants. Without thinking, he pressed a hand to her stomach and ground against her backside, feeling her shiver against him, as if she was just as desperate as he was for more.
She spun to face him, leaning against his chest. With her mouth inches below his, she parted her lips and the temptation was too great. His brain short-circuited and, done resisting what he wanted so fucking badly, he didn’t hesitate to take what she was offering. Threading both hands into her hair, he dipped his head and captured her mouth with his. She tasted like the fruity cocktails she’d drunk and he needed more. Apparently, so did she. She gripped his shirt, her body went lax, soft, and needy, and he felt a moan of pure need vibrate against his lips.
He swept his tongue deep inside her waiting mouth and desire detonated through his veins. His stomach muscles tightened, his dick throbbed, and the thoughts in his mind spun in a dozen dirty, filthy directions—all inappropriate in a public setting. Probably in any setting but he wasn’t going to think about that now.
He’d seen other couples kissing at the club, but he wanted to fucking consume Jessica. He wanted to strip her bare, taste every inch of her skin, and imprint his scent on her. To make her his like a goddamn caveman.
The song ended long enough to snap some sense back into him. He stared down at Jessica’s flushed face. Her eyes were dilated with desire, her lips parted, and she was breathing heavily—like he’d just fucked her instead of danced with her.
He swallowed back a groan. “We’re done here. I’m taking you home.”
She nodded and didn’t argue—seemingly still stunned by that kiss. “Okay, but I’m, umm, going to go to the ladies’ room first.”