He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Not that I’m much of a dancer—well, okay, I can move a little bit—but I’m dying to get closer to Brooke. And as we reach them, she’s all I see. Silver dress flashing in the lights; skin shiny, like she’s a little sweaty from dancing; and her mouth parted slightly as she watches me move toward her.
“You’re staring,” she says when I reach her.
“Well, you’re wearing that.” I gesture to her body. “I don’t really have a choice.”
She giggles. “I didn’t know the nation’s MVP cornerback got so easily distracted. Don’t let anyone find out.”
“Only distracted by you, Cupcake.”
Her eyes sparkle, and I’m a half second away from pulling her into me and kissing the hell out of her.
“Don’t worry; I won’t tell anyone.” She smiles softly and then bites her bottom lip.
Okay, yeah. I gotta lay my lips on her tonight. I don’t even fucking care that her brother and everyone else are all standing behind me.
She reaches for my hand in a bold move and starts to pull me in further on the dance floor. “Dance with me.”
Brooke is usually a little quieter and reserved, and I’ve never seen her take control of a situation like she is now. I gotta say, it’s a huge fucking turn-on.
We make it through the crowd as “I Can’t Feel My Face” by The Weeknd blasts through the speakers, and she takes my hands in hers and sets them on her hips, then slides her hands up my chest. My grip on her tightens possessively. Like they know they belong on her body.
“People are watching us.” She glances over my shoulder, and there’s a wicked gleam in her eyes. “And those girls over there”—she nods—“look mighty jealous.”
I tip my head back and belt out a laugh. “I don’t fucking care who’s watching us right now.” I lean in close to her ear. “All I can see is you.”
“Good,” she says in my ear, sending shock waves straight to my dick.
Yep, he’s awake.
“Confidence looks good on you.” I pull her closer into me. “And so does silver.”
Her hands wrap around my shoulders, making her tits brush against my chest. There’s no way she can be wearing a bra in this dress. She absolutely knows she’s torturing me.
We dance until sweat slicks my neck, and our bodies are molded together. Restraint feels like a punishment right now.
As the song changes, she leans in closer to my face, as if she wasn’t close enough already. I can feel her breath on my jaw, on my lips.
“I think I need to get another drink.”
When we walk by Casey and Noelle, Brooke grabs her arm. “We’re going to get a drink. Do you want to come with us?”
Noelle leans in and nods, but I can’t hear what she says over the noise. She and Casey follow us over to our friends, who are now standing around high-top tables, drinks in hand.
“This turn into a different kind of party?” Casey points at Chelsea’s sash when we get close.
Bo tips his head back and laughs. “No, the girls thought it would be fun.”
“So, you’re not off to a chapel to elope tonight?” Casey asks.
“Not tonight, brother. I want to give her the wedding of her dreams. When she’s ready, of course.” Bo tips his bottle toward Chelsea.
“I mean, it’s not a bad idea. I wouldn’t mind running down to one of those places. Save a lot of time and money.” Beck shrugs.
“Beckham Linson!” Charlie gasps. “I’m not missing my moment. I have my dress, and everything has already been ordered. We aren’t eloping. My parents would kill me!”
“She’s not wrong,” Casey chimes in, smiling. “Our parents wouldn’t want to miss their only daughter getting married. Theylove you, brother, but I think even my dad would want to lay you out.”
“It was just a joke. Sort of.” He pulls Charlie into him and kisses her.
