I have more damn control than that.
At least I think I do…
CHAPTER 28
TYRELL
Dani seems tense tonight.
I don’t know exactly why. Maybe she’s nervous about us being a couple now or something. I’m not sure. But when the lock clicks on that front door after the last person has left, she gives me an edgy smile before heading for the first set of chairs to start stacking them.
“What can I do to help?” I stand on the other side of the room, watching her carefully. Wondering what I’ve done to put her so on edge.
“Stack chairs with me?” she squeaks. “Or maybe sweep the floor?”
“Where’s the broom at?”
She tells me about the cleaning closet out back, and I dig out the broom, running it around the room while she finishes stacking chairs and wiping down the bar. Walking through the kitchen, she makes sure that everything is switched off and safe while I close the shutters on the far side of the room.
The last thing to go is the lights.
They snap off, plunging the room into darkness. Other than a soft glow from behind the bar, Offside is shut up for the night.
I can’t even see the stage from here.
“You want me to get the music?” I ask, inching around the tables in a bid to find the sound system.
She doesn’t say anything, and I pause in the middle of the dance space, my lips twitching as a Whitney Houston number comes on. Did she somehow line this one up or something?
Damn, Whitney can sing.
“Dani?” I peer through the darkness, watching her shadowy body move toward me until she’s close enough that I can reach her.
She’s still not talking as “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” floats around us. I forget about the sound system because I love this damn song. Reaching for her arm, I trail my fingers across the smooth skin of her forearm before capturing her hand and pulling her against me.
I don’t know what powers are at play right now, but when she comes willingly, her perfect tits squishing against my chest, I don’t fight it.
I wanna dance with Dani Hill. I want to feel the heat with this girl.
The looks she’s been throwing me tonight have made it clear that she’s wanting the same thing, so I nestle her against my body and start to sway to the beat. It’s a fast, upbeat song, but we’re treating it like a slow dance.
Her fingers trail up my shoulders, then around the back of my neck as she nuzzles her forehead into my neck. She’s so delicate and small against me. My hands feel massive, my clumsy feet too big as I shuffle them around the wooden floor.
The music swells and I close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of her against me. Every point that our bodies are touching seems to radiate with heat—hot spots of energy that burn with this heightened anticipation.
When I arrived here tonight, I had zero intention of doing anything more with her than hanging out… maybe getting a kissgood night. But there’s something going on here. I can feel it. The desire pulsing out of her, the heated looks. She wants me.
Is there a chance I’ll be sleeping with Dani tonight?
Shit, Atlas, please don’t hate me, man.
Squeezing my eyes tighter, I wrestle with a wave of guilt, especially when Dani’s lips caress my neck, then my chin. She’s seeking out my mouth. She wants my lips on hers and… and I can’t resist her.
Maybe I should.
I don’t know.
All I’m certain of is that I can’t deny her a kiss. I can’t deny her fucking anything.
