Oak presses closer to me and thanks to my heels I don’t have to crane my neck as far to look up at him.
“What are you doing, Grace?”
I widen my eyes, playing innocent. “I was dancing.”
“Dancing,” he hums, testing the word on his tongue and not liking the taste.
“You’re acting as if I have committed a crime. You’re the one who broke an innocent man’s hand.”
He chuckles darkly, stepping closer to me and stealing my breath. “Innocent? He had his hands on you. He should be grateful I only broke the one. I will not be as merciful to the next man who touches you.” He closes what little space we share and steals my breath. “Let’s count the crimes you’ve committed,” he says to me lowly. Then he places his hand on the flare of myhip and spins me around to where my ass is pressed against his groin. “One,” he begins the count as his arm wraps around my torso like a band of steel. Then, catching me completely off guard he starts to move his hips. “You displayed your body for other men to see. And if I hadn’t been there then they would’ve seen what was mine before me.”
Surprisingly Oak has rhythm. For as big as he is you wouldn’t imagine him to dance smoothly but Oak is dancing like a man who knows how to fuck.
I lay my head back against his chest as I elongate my arm and snake it around the back of his neck.
He has full access to my body this way and I’m serving it to him on a silver platter.
“Two,” he says in my ear for only I to hear, “you allowed another man to touch your body when you and I both know that it’s mine.” His hands then make a perusal of my body. And my body comes alive from his touch as electric currents spark through my veins lighting my skin on fire. I press my ass firmly against his groin and then give a little shimmy. He groans and it’s like music to my ears.
“Three, you wore this fucking dress tonight with nothing underneath to fucking tempt me.” His hand travels up my body like a slither of a snake and then collars my throat. The dominance of his touch, the possession of it has me clenching my thighs because of how wet he’s making me.
With his hand around my throat I know he can feel my maddening pulse.
Then he forces me to tip my head back so that our eyes meet. Those icy blues are burning with desire and his pupils are blown. I could get drunk off that look alone if I stared in those eyes of his for too long.
My tongue peaks out to lick my bottom lip, and his eyes follow. “I’m always tempting you,” I remind him with a hint of sass and a wink.
His thumb then tugs on my lower lip leaving it open. Boldly I lick the tip of his thumb and savor the sweet and salty taste of his skin.
It elicits another groan from him except this one sounds pained. And as I thrust my ass against his groin again I understand why. He’s incredibly hard against me.
Leaning over me from behind his lips come so close to mine yet so far. I can feel his hot breath fanning my face. And when his tongue darts out to lick his own lip I whimper. What I wouldn’t give for just one fucking taste of him.
“And that leaves us with crime number four,” he breathes, his lips dangerously close to mine. With his hand wrapped around my throat I can’t move my neck to get closer. He’s in complete control here, dominating me in the middle of the fucking dance floor.
And I’m fucking loving it.
My nipples are hard and the slinky material of my dress doesn’t hide it.
There’s a warmth pooling in my lower stomach and I feel like I might die if I don’t get relief.
“Oak,” I whimper and he chuckles darkly.
“My temptress pleading with me. How the tables have turned,” he says amused.
But I’m far from amused and I don’t care how this plan of mine totally backfired on me.
I was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.
“Where was I?” He pauses for effect, his eyes flicking down to my lips before he swipes his tongue along his. Holy fucking fuck, that’s hot. “Right, number four. Do you want to know?” Heasks rhetorically. “You’re always fucking tempting me. Doesn’t matter where we are or who we are with you just can’t stop tempting me.”
My pussy is pulsing and wet, my nipples are unbelievably hard, there’s a heat in my lower stomach that’s only rising and the more his hands roam across my skin as he dominates me I feel like I’m going to combust right here and now.
I’ve never been this aroused before.And he’s hardly doing anything to me.
“Is that all the crimes I’ve committed?”
“You have yet to commit the biggest crime of all, Grace, but you’re fucking close.”
