“Me either.”
She cocks an eyebrow and crosses her arms. “Yeah, right.”
“I propose a temporary truce. It expires tomorrow.”
She regards me suspiciously. “Are you trying to Carrie White me?”
“What?”
“Sissy Spacek, telekinetic powers, pig’s blood.”
“You lost me.”
“Oh, forget it.” She rolls her eyes. “The point is,I’m not falling for your tricks.”
“I just want to dance.” I hold three fingers up. “Scout’s honor.”
“Excuse me? That’s a hell fucking no.”
“One dance.” I clasp her waist. “Or I could ruin your night instead. Choose wisely.”
“Your threats don’t scare me,” she scoffs.
“One way or another, I always get what I want.”
“Spoken like a true privileged white boy.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“At least you own your bullshit.”
I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze the supple flesh. Surprisingly, her claws remain sheathed, and she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Giving in so easily?” I chide. “That’s not very Cocoa-like.”
“Only because I don’t want you to throw a temper tantrum and have the dance shut down.”
I pull her flush against me and a zing of electricity shoots between us. The sudden shift in the air is powerful enough to level the building.
She gasps, feeling it too.
Good, she deserves to experience the same torture I do whenever I’m near her.
My dick hardens, aching to be deep inside her.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t say a word.
I place a kiss over the rapidly beating pulse on her neck and she moans, causing my length to throb.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“The better question is why aren’t you fighting me?” I whisper in her ear.
We cling to each other in silence until the song ends.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you how sorry I am about your mother.”
And just like that, the mood is broken. I dig my fingernails into her arms and shove her back.
