I should. But the way his words crawl up my spine keeps me from moving.
“Tell me you don’t feel that,” he whispers, hand tightening at my waist. “Tell me this don’t still belong to me.”
My pulse stutters. The bass from the speakers thunders through the floor, matching the rhythm in my chest. I try to keep my tone steady, but it comes out softer than I want.
“Daniel…”
He smirks, knowing he’s got me right where he wants me. “What, baby?” he teases. “Say my name again. Mmm… the way it rolls off those juicy ass lips makes my dick hard. Makes me wanna bend you over right here just to hear you moan it.”
I drag my hand up his chest, feeling his heart hammer under my palm. “You really still think you get to have me,” I tease, barely breathing the words, even though my body leans toward him like it remembers everything.
He leans in, lips grazing mine. “No—I know I do.”
The words ignite something the fire me. I move before I can think, meeting him halfway, our lips collide softly and too passionately, like my body didn’t get the memo that I’m not doing this whole feelings thing. His hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me in until I’m melting into him, even while my brain screams I shouldn’t be anywhere near this man again.
As soon as our mouths part, his thumb drags across my bottom lip. “Mmm, and you taste the same.” He murmurs. “Sweet… with that little bite I love so much.”
I smirk, catching his wrist before he pull back. “And you still think you can handle all this.”
His grin turns dark. “Baby, I don’t think. I know. And I’ll remind you exactly how well I can.”
I raise a brow, stepping back. “Is that right? Well I hate to break it to you, but it’s just me and my girl tonight. And I don’t plan on ditching her.”
I glance over and, of course, Arina’s already got her ass against some guy, eyes closed, lost in the beat.
“Damn, like that?” Daniel grins. “Well what can I do to change your mind—I can’t have you walking around my party giving someone else the attention that really belongs to me.”
“Where’s your boy Justin?” I ask, folding my arms.
His jaw tightens. “Why?”
“Because someone’s gotta keep my girl busy if you expect me to leave her alone.” My tone coming out sharper than intended.
He sighs, rubbing his beard. “That’ll be easy enough.” He nods behind me.
I turn—and my jaw drops. Arina’s grinding on a tall, tatted brunette with a cocky grin.
“That’s Justin?” I laugh.
“Yeah. Come on.” His hand slips into mine fast, gripping tight as he pulls me down the hall.
He looks annoyingly scrumptious tonight—white polo hugging his chest, cargo pants hanging loose, fresh white Air Forces. Just one look at him had my body remembering things my mind swore not to remember.
If he wants to fuck, fine. But there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll ever date one of my fuck buddies.
It breaks the fuck buddy rules.
We stop at a bedroom door. He pats his pockets, his face quickly dropping. “Fuck. No keys.”
“Poor Danny,” I tease, smirking. My hand slides down, grabbing his hard dick through his jeans. “Where could they be?”
He growls, licking his lips. “Fuck, it doesn’t matter. Bathrooms aren’t locked.” He yanks me further down the hall and pushes open a door.
We stumble inside, letting the door close behind us. The bass outside turns into a dull pulse. The air smells like cologne, bleach, and bad decisions.
I barely get a breath in before his hands are on me—soft, warm, and all too familiar. His mouth crashes into mine, stealing the words right out of me, trying to swallow everything we never said. My back hits the cold tile wall, his tongue sliding against mine like he’s claiming territory he thinks belongs to him.
He pulls back just enough to whisper against my neck, “I’ve been going crazy thinking about you.” His voice is low and raw, right before his tongue drags slowly across my skin.
