The man hadn’t gotten enough of it for so long, since he’d been raising Harper.
Guilt flickered through me. I needed to drop some casual hints that I found her dad hot to test the waters there. Casual, like your dad’s a stone-cold fox, and I want him to fuck me.
“Just a forewarning, but I’m a shit dancer,” Wyatt said as we approached the dance floor. At least a dozen guys had started their bump-and-grind journey, and good for them.
I glanced back at Wyatt. “Babe, you don’t need to have rhythm to dance. Stand there and look pretty, and I’ll handle the rest.”
If it meant I got to run my hands up and down his body, all the better.
Plus, if I was dancing all over him, that meant it’d be easier to fend off these other guys. My chest heated, which was new for me. Jealousy wasn’t something I experienced when it came to guys; I had no sense of competition in that field. Getting laid wasn’t difficult for me, and I wasn’t looking for anything long term, so as long as they were hot and hung I was good.
Yet with Wyatt I wanted to plaster myself all over him and shout, “Mine.”
Clearly I needed to get fucked, hard, as this fruitless crush on Harper’s dad was messing with my head.
But for now I’d show him a good time on the dance floor.
I found an open spot, and Wyatt stepped up beside me. “You okay with getting up close and personal?”
He swallowed hard enough that his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah, I am.”
Well, that was a green light if I’d ever gotten one.
The beat was thumping hard, and even though this dance floor was only a fraction of the size of the ones at the bigger clubs, people were already taking advantage of the space. The makeshift strobe lights pulsed, and the DJ was playing some Europop that I loved. Really, I was a fan of most music, anything that had a beat to move to, and this worked so damn well for me.
Wyatt stood beside me, his shoulders locked up. Discomfort was written all over his features, but I had the feeling it had more to do with the lack of dancing ability, since he hadn’t blinked twice at a dozen different guys offering to buy him a drink. I stepped up to him and rested my arms on his shoulders, not hesitating to get into his space. Fuck, he smelledgood. Like cedar and spice and musk, and I drank in a deep inhale of it.
A few strands of his dark hair had slipped across his forehead, and between that, his trimmed beard, and his dark, intense eyes, I was enamored. Not to mention those shoulders encased in a Henley, ngh. His black jeans showed off his thick thighs, and the way his shirt clung to him showcased the arm muscles I wanted to sink my teeth into. I had a very vivid memory of what he’d looked like naked, as the time in the gym locker room was forever imprinted on my brain.
Our eyes met, and he let out a shaky breath. The pinch in my chest grew more severe, a yearning welling up in me that I rarely experienced. It was uncomfortable, nothing as easy and uncomplicated as lust.
I moved my feet side to side, swaying with him. “See, not so intimidating, right?”
Wyatt raised a thick brow. “We’re not even going to the beat of the music.”
A grin spread on my lips. “What about me says rule follower?”
His eyes crinkled with a genuine smile, and fuck, he was breathtaking. “Nothing. Damn, that’s freeing.”
I swallowed hard, my throat growing tighter. People didn’t look at me like that—like I was resourceful or worthwhile or precious. I got eye rolls and amusement, I got smirks or sexy looks, But I didn’t get…this. My skin prickled. Shit, if I didn’t move, and fast, I was going to cry, which was not the best vibe for a dance club.
I let go of his shoulders and pivoted so we weren’t face to face anymore. Reaching back, I grabbed his arms. “Place your hands on my hips, and I’ll do the rest of the work.” I glanced behind me, and our proximity slammed right into me, stealing my breath. His lips were right there, looking so kissable and full, and he stared at me with this intense wonder that made me want to sob. Right. That wouldn’t fly here. “Don’t worry,” I said, trying to lighten the moment. “I’ll make sure to be careful around your new piercing.”
Though that didn’t mean I couldn’t grind against him.
I whipped my head around, and his hands settled on my hips. Fuck, his palms were large, his fingers thick, and the way he gripped me made me feel utterly owned. His fingers teased at the skin above my waistband, and too easily I could imagine him stripping me down, bending me over, and fucking me until I screamed. My whole body lit up from the touch, the electricity between us unparalleled.
And as the thump of the electronica overhead sank into my bones, I began to dance.
I started out with a slow sway back and forth, feeling out the beat, and his heavy hands remained on my hips, keeping me grounded. I didn’t know how much I could crave a sensation, but the way Wyatt drew me back down to earth was one I’d never experienced before, one I didn’t realize was even possible. I ground my ass against his crotch, and his hot breath puffed against the back of my neck. Already I could feel the slight stiffening of his semi there, and the realization he was turned on lit me on fire.
Heat coursed through my veins, pumping to the same beat as the music.
God, the idea he might be interested was a fantasy that kept playing over and over in my head. That the intensity in his eyes was the same lust that percolated inside me. Thethump, thump, thumpof the music traveled through me, making me move on automatic. It didn’t help that I had a sharp memory of the exact size and heft of his dick, since I’d had it in my hand. I also remembered how hot the piercing looked there. I swallowed hard and tilted my head back in surrender. It brushed against his chest, but he didn’t move away.
If anything, he moved closer.
His chest pressed against my back, his hardened cock nestled right between my cheeks, and fuck, I was going to detonate. Wyatt smelled so damn good, his cedar and musk scent washing over me, and his big body, his large hands gripping me tight, threatened to tug me under. For someone who said he had no rhythm, he seemed to follow mine with ease. Far too fast I could imagine that knack applying elsewhere, as he railed into me until I screamed.
