Holy hell, she’s fucking hot. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.
A harmless-looking couple is dancing nearby, but then I look on in horror as the man moves in to dance with Harper instead of his own date. He’s not touching her at all, but he’s handsome, and he knows his way around the dance floor.
She smiles back at him, but seeing Harper dancing with another man is making me sweat more than I already was. I ball my fists at my sides, attempting to ease the tension clawing up my neck and regain control. But when he moves in closer, his hand brushing her hip, I can’t hold back.
I stride onto the dance floor, mirroring her rhythm as I approach.
Her uncovered eye is wide with delight as she leaves her new friend in her wake, gyrating in time with my body. “Holy shit. Look at you!”
Yeah. I have a few dance moves of my own that will put that man to shame.
She steps to me, and I bring my hands to her hips.
“You’re really good.”
“So are you,” I whisper against her ear, and she grins. It’s thrilling, having her body against mine as we find our groove, feeling that rhythm together. Almost effortless—as though we’ve been dancing together our whole lives.
She moves in closer, and I feel her breasts press to my chest as we dance. Her eyes lock on mine, and when she sways her hips in my hands, I can’t help myself. I let my fingers slide lower, feeling the curve of her ass. But it’s clear I’ve miscalculated.
I was already at half-mast, and now she shoots me a sly grin, then turns her back to settle her round ass against my thighs, and I’m a fucking goner.
She’s bouncing to the rhythm, brushing against my cock, and there’s no way she’s unaware of my situation. It takes every ounce of resolve to keep my hands from wandering all over her incredible ass, but I keep them anchored at her hips.
We grind together until she mercifully spins back to face me, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. It sends a wave of emotions rolling through me. Intense desire. Admiration. And so much tenderness.
She holds my gaze as the song comes to an end, but my eyes are already drifting down—finding her lips—and when her tongue darts out to lick them, I know I need to taste her.
Just this once.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I bring my hand to her cheek. Her skin feels so soft under my touch, and when she tips her chin up gently, it sends a thrill up my spine, and I bend to her, aching to feel the sweet press of her lips against mine. But a shrill sound rings out, startling me.
I stumble back.
BEEEEP. BEEEEP. BEEEEP. BEEEEP.
Shit! It’s my phone, sounding the alarm for Heartline’s emergency rotation: line 214. Something serious.
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure yet.” I dig my phone out to read the alert.
CASS: Chase, her cover’s blown. The stalker is here. Get her to the safe house. NOW!
Chapter 9
Chase
“Aw, shit.” I grab her arm, giving a nod to my men that we’re on our way out. “We’ve got to go. Right now.”
I scan in all directions as we push our way through the crowd, looking for anything suspicious.
Fuck!What was I thinking? Letting her come out to a public event like this?
Now her cover is blown. The stalker knows where she is. I put her at risk.
I let my guard down. Let my feelings for her get in the way.
“What’s wrong? Where are we going?” She stays close behind me as I lead her through the crowd.
