“You kissed me.”
“I kissed you,” I confirm. “I grabbed the lime you had wedged between your lips, tossed it to the floor, and kissed you instead. I’m so sorry, Pres. I shouldn’t have. You were drunk and nursing a broken heart, and I?—”
“You were drunk too.”
“Still.” I shake my head. “It doesn’t excuse my behavior.”
“And I wasn’t nursing a broken heart.”
“You—what?”
Her steady gaze meets mine. “I was pissed and embarrassed for not realizing what Jace was doing behind my back, but I was not heartsick over it. Jace and I had been broken up for a month by then.”
My pulse quickens. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I wanted to tell you that night in the pantry, but I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” I take a tentative step forward.
Her breath hitches, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to reach out and touch her.
“I didn’t want things to change between us.”
“Change is inevitable, Pres. I probably know that better than most. My whole childhood was a lesson in adapting to change. But I’ve learned since then that it’s not all bad. Change can be a good thing.”
“It can?” She swallows in anticipation as I watch her tongue dart out and lick her bottom lip.
Fucking hell. I want to bite that lip with my teeth.
I want to press her up against this wall, run my hands all over the smooth satin that barely covers her body, and keep her here until she’s crying out my name.
But I will not break her rule.
I won’t be another guy who breaks her trust.
It doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of the evening, though.
“Come on, let me show you,” I say, holding out my hand.
She takes it, and I quickly lead us out of the stuffy stockroom and back toward the dance floor. I do a quick scan for Myles and find him near the center dancing with Omar. They’re practically glued together.
Yeah, definitely not just work friends.
I hear Pres groan, and I turn to see her grimacing. “I do not want to watch my baby brother make out on the dance floor, Beck.”
“Then focus on me,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and pulling her close. “Gotta sell it, remember?”
The sudden gasp of surprise that escapes from her lips is an instant turn on, and she doesn’t need any more convincing to keep her attention.
I forgot how well we move together.
Like everything, dancing with Pres is easy. Every movement is fluid and effortless, like we’ve been doing it for years.
God, and now I’m thinking about sex.
Her arms twist around my neck, pulling us closer. The satin fabric of her dress makes me want to run my hands all over it. All over her. It’s like a dirty slip and slide.
She leans in, her lips brushing my ear, and she says seven words that make my heart stutter. “You can kiss me if you want.”
