Our eyes connected and sparks exploded between us, everyone around us fading away, no longer in existence, only me and her.
A tight red dress outlined her perfectly curvaceous body, down to her bare legs, and red, strappy heels.
Fuck.
She was so fucking hot.
Holy shit.
My dick stirred in my pants. This past week alone, it got harder more times than I could count, my dry spell broken with Ciara around.
She got my blood pumping and then some.
She smiled at me, long and slow, and then she pointed her finger at me and beckoned me towards her.
I shouldn’t. I was working.
But there was no way in hell I was letting her go for a second time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ciara
All weekI thought of nothing but the bouncer at the club. I didn’t know his name, couldn’t do any type of social media stalking, and drove myself and my friends nuts trying to find out any information about him.
So, the following Friday evening, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
I dressed myself up to the nines and headed to the club.
Maybe I could keep trying to ignore whatever was between us. Maybe it was a bad idea and nothing good would come from it.
But life was about excitement. Adventure. And new possibilities. I spent years with Jack, loveless years I couldn’t get back.
I wanted to have fun, to feel explosive passion with someone, to fall madly in love.
We don’t get many chances.
And that’s what pushed me to end things with Jack. I thought my parents would be so disappointed, or my younger sisterwouldn’t have a good role model, but I was wrong. All they cared about was my happiness. The same with my friends. My happiness wasn’t with Jack.
Maybe it’s withhim.
As soon as our eyes connected from across the room, my stomach flipped upside down.
I wanted him so badly.
So fucking bad…
Squeezing my legs together, I lifted my hand, pointed at him, and motioned for him to come here.
He didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.
As he marched towards me, through the crowd on the dance floor, straight and direct to me.
Before I could say a word, his hands were on my waist, and he was pulling me onto the dance floor.
He began to dance, and I followed his lead, our hips swaying as we moved to the beat. He dropped his hands from my waist and we danced, getting into the song together. I turned and pushed my back into him, bending over at the waist to rub my ass against him.
I snuck a look at his face behind me, his eyes dark and hazy, as he watched my ass move, his hands landing on my waist once more. When I straightened my back and leaned against him, I turned my head to the side bringing our lips closer together.
