“I’m sure there’s something. Let me get back to you.” Nick winked as Marc Anthony’s sultry voice blasted through the speakers.
I frowned and cursed my big mouth, hoping I didn’t make a complete ass of myself. I craned my head around to search for the darkest part of the dance floor.
“Ready?” Nick whispered as he started to move. He pulled me closer and closer every time he spun me around, and after a while, I forgot about making the right moves and followed Nick’s lead. I’d never been around a man who could actually dance. The guys I knew danced at weddings as a joke, but Nick knew exactly what he was doing. His hips had a mind of their own, and my mind pondered what else his hips could be good at.
“You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” I turned my head as he held me from behind.
“Not at all.” He kissed my neck. “It’s nice to see you let loose like this with me.”
“Not to make your head swell, but you’re pretty good.”
He laughed in my ear. “My dad was an awesome dancer. I picked up a few moves growing up. All worth it, if I got to impress a pretty girl.”
I laughed into his neck as the song ended. The crowd hushed as the DJ tapped the mic to announce someone’s birthday and switched to a slow song.
Nick kept his arms around my waist and cocked his head.
“Want to keep dancing?”
“Sure.” I nodded and flung my arms around his neck. Poor Nick still had to bend over to my almost-midget height.
“Good.” He took my hand and held it to his chest as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
“I have not had this much fun in . . . I actually can’t remember when.” I giggled into his chest. I still needed to get on my tippy-toes with my skyscraper heels to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
Nick laughed as he held me tighter. “I’m having a great time, too. This is all I wanted.”
“What was?” My brow furrowed as I cinched my arms around his neck.
He leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss behind my ear. “You. With me. I didn’t care where. All I wanted was you.” His lips moved from my ear and across my cheek.
My knees melted to jelly as I turned my head and pressed my mouth to his. A moan escaped me as he swept his tongue across my bottom lip. Our mouths crashed together. We stopped moving and kept kissing. The song stopped playing, and we kept kissing. Nick pulled his lips away and leaned his forehead against mine.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.
“Are you . . . are you sure?” He cradled my face. “I want you. God, I want you so much. You know that. But I can wait—”
“Well, I can’t. Take me home.”
“I’m regretting like hell putting a bridge between us and your house tonight.” Nick took my hand as we sprinted out of the club and into the parking lot. We both said nothing and looked straight ahead as he started the engine and peeled out of the spot.
The drive home was long and tense. We didn’t touch or talk. Poor Nick probably thought if he said anything I’d change my mind, which is exactly why I kept my mouth shut, too. He was so adamant about having a real date, doing it all the right way. Two songs of foreplay may have momentarily clouded his judgment, but maybe when we walked through my door, he could have a change of heart.
“Pull into my driveway.” I kept my gaze on the street as he obliged in silence. We hopped out of the car, and I dug the keys out of my bag as I climbed my outside steps, feeling him close behind me.
I opened the door and threw my keys in the bowl on the table, and before I could hang up my jacket, Nick grabbed me and backed me up against the wall. His mouth sealed over mine as he lifted my arms and pinned them over my head. His lips and tongue descended my neck to the swells of my breasts. He removed his hands from my wrists and lifted my dress over my head.
“I was scared you changed your mind,” I murmured against his lips as he lifted me by the waist.
“I was terrified you changed yours.” He carried me toward my bedroom, kicked the door open, and sat me on the bed. My fingers went to work unzipping his jacket, then untucking his shirt from his pants. My shaky hands undid the buttons and slid his shirt off his shoulders before going straight for his belt buckle.
“So damn beautiful.” He unzipped one boot at a time and threw them both into the corner. “I wanted to take this slow and not rush, but if I don’t touch you right now . . .” He trailed off as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my legs.
I had enough delayed gratification over the past few months, and it sucked.
“I need you, Nick. Rushing is just fine. Please . . .”
He reached behind me to unhook my bra and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting and pulling it with his teeth. A devious smile spread across his lips as his mouth moved down my quivering body.
