Just as I’d pushed the banes of my existence from my mind for the dozenth time tonight, a large body slid up behind me, swaying along with me to the beat. When smooth hands fell onto my waist, I didn’t object. I didn’t even hesitate.
It felt nice to be lost in this moment, where nothing mattered but this.
“You are impossible,” the male voice whispered in my ear, close enough that his chest vibrated against my back with each word.
Jessiah.
I tensed, the haze around me dissipating.
But I didn’t stop dancing.
He remained behind me, pushed against my back as the bodies around us grew closer.
I craned my neck, scowling at him. “I figured you would’ve left by now.”
His laugh rumbled through me, lighting up my nerve endings. “And let you have all the fun?”
“Fun? I didn’t think you were capable of that type of thing.”
He had to have been drinking. That was the only explanation.
Because instead of pulling away, instead of lobbing another insult my way, his hands tightened against my waist, his fingers gripping me so tight they dug into my torso.
Pleasure radiated through me, the heat between my legs growing as he once again swayed along with me.
My body’s natural reaction was to grind against him. The tenseness that had hit me when he first spoke dissipated, the thought of him touching me filling me with a hungry euphoria.
This was Jessiah. Not a random drunk man in the crowd. Not a stranger. Not someone I could forget about tomorrow.
This was him. And the way we moved felt natural.
It feltright.
It was the high of the evening, I was sure of it. Come tomorrow he would regret this deeply.
For now, though, I didn’t care. I wouldn’t be the one to stop this. In fact, this was just the beginning of the fun I imagined Jessiah had planned.
As the music continued, he grew more confident. His movements became more and more natural as his body molded against mine. He was a head taller than anyone else on the dance floor, and even with his white wings tucked tightly behind his shoulder blades, he drew attention.
How could he not? The asshole was fucking gorgeous.
But despite how often he was gawked at and lusted over—by both males and females—his attention remained solely on me.
One song after another, we danced, our bodies never not touching, my head on his chest, his hands roaming the thin material of my dress.
More. More.More.
I pressed my ass against him, relishing the feel of just how much he enjoyed this.
He nuzzled my neck and growled in my ear, only proving his point further. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Rummy. I’m not the kind of man you can tease all evening.”
I had surely lost my mind, too.
Because for the first time since he’d appeared at my back, I spun to face him.
At the sight of him, the small amount of self-control I was still clinging to all but evaporated.
Jessiah wasn’t just acting differently tonight. He looked different, too. His typically perfectly groomed hair had been tousled as we danced. His skin was flushed and a wildness darkened his eyes.
