I stopped and faced him again.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
My thighs pressed together on instinct.Damn.
I managed a small smile. “You will.” Then I made myself walk away. I was calm on the outside, but I was melting on the inside, heading back toward my cabin to get ready for the night mixer, already knowing I wasn’t going to be able to think about anything except him until then.
Chapter 6
Niko
Iwalked into the bar later than planned. After roaming the lodge earlier, I went back to my room and crashed out, still feeling the effects from traveling. The mixer was packed already, people were laughing, drinking, and vibing to the Christmas jazz music. And then I spotted her… right in the middle of the room, hips rolling slow to the beat sliding out the speakers. She wasn’t doing the most and her fine ass didn’t have to. Every curve moved like it had a purpose, like her body had a mind of its own. That bust-down hung down her back, dark hair flowing all the way to that plump ass she kept shifting with every slow turn of her waist.
My dick reacted before my mind could register it.Damn, she dangerous.She was exactly the kind of trouble I needed right now. I moved toward her, eyes locked on her the whole way. And just when I got close enough for my presence to hit her back, she angled her head, catching me in her peripheral with a little smirk… she felt me watching the whole damn time.
“So…” she said, voice soft but cocky, “you finally decided to come check my fine ass out after all.”
I stepped close enough for her back to brush my chest.
“Yeah, I wanted to see what you was about and damn, I got an eye full.” My voice dropped. “You started moving the second you felt me walk in.”
Her lips curved, slow and teasing. “Or maybe you walked in the second I started moving.”
I dragged my gaze down her body, taking my time, letting her feel it.
“You keep talking,” I murmured, “I’m not gonna make it to small talk.”
She turned fully, eyes bold, heat rising behind them. “Who said I wanted small talk?”
Fuck, she bold.I felt a challenge coming. The music pulsed beneath us, her body still swaying, and she didn’t break eye contact once.
“Caleb, right?” she asked, using the fake name I gave her earlier.
“Yeah,” I said, stepping even closer, letting my body speak for me. “And you’re Elise.”
Her tongue slid across her bottom lip. “Good. You remembered.”
I leaned down until my voice brushed her ear. “Hard to forget something I plan on saying again later.”
Her breath caught… her thighs pressed together quick, subtle, but enough for me to catch it. I felt the air shift. There was a pull between us that I’d never felt in my fucking life but it had my dick screaming to be let loose. I watched her turn away like she wanted me to follow. She walked toward the back hallway, hips still moving, body still asking for trouble. Her ass sat up right in them leggings, making my dick twitch.
“Fuck all this cat-and-mouse shit,” I muttered under my breath.
I tossed back the rest of my drink and followed her to the bathroom. When I pushed the door open, she was already atthe sink, hands gripping the edge, chest rising like she needed a second to calm herself down. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. I stepped behind her, my hand sliding up her hip.
“You’re looking mighty thirsty, Caleb,” she smirked.
“Thirsty? Nah. I’m hungry.”
Her smirk slipped for half a second heat replacing it. I turned her around, lifted her onto the counter, and stepped between her legs. Her breath hitched when my hands gripped her waist and dropped to my knees. I was in the mood to eat some pussy and she was my full course meal tonight. I dragged her leggings down, moved her panties aside, took a long sniff, like the water smell that reach my nostrils.
“Your pussy smell good Elise but is it clean?” I asked.
Yeah, she was fine as fuck, no doubt but I wasn’t no stupid enough to be fooled by looks. Nigga received deaths sentences for jumping into infected pussy every day just because the bitch had a nice body and a pretty face.
“Clean as a whistle. I have my results right here to prove it,” she said, pulling her phone from her mini purse.
The fact that she was able to pull her results up and show a nigga that her pussy was A1 turned me on even more. After glancing at her negative results, I spread her legs wide, and French kissed her clit. She gasped, head hitting the mirror, thighs shaking around my face.
