Then I playfully stick out my tongue to show her.
“That’s my girl,” she cheers. Then she slings one arm around my neck and smacks a wet kiss on my cheek. “I’m so fucking excited. Let’s grab fresh drinks and go dance.”
I don’t reply. I don’t need to with her. She’ll take the lead. She’ll drag me onto the dance floor and ensure I stay just as intoxicated as she is for as long as we’re together.
With a smile on my face, I let her pull me toward the kitchen and all the reckless decisions I fully intend to make.
Chapter twenty
Sawyer
Orange and pink lights flash in time to the music, each beam casting mesmerizing highlights and shadows on Keira’s tight red dress.
I pulse to the tempo, the cells in my body singing in perfect harmony. I’m loose and pliant; happy and desperate to make this feeling last. The fabric of Keira’s dress is smooth beneath my fingertips, the crushed velvet of my own bustier top lush. I can’t stop touching either as we dance. All I want to do is feel and dance and forget.
This is what I came for. This state of detached pleasure is what I’ve been craving.
I’m momentarily free of the memories. The heartache. The pain.
My mind is singularly focused on chasing pleasure and being pleasure.
“You feel so good.” Keira wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. Her breath is sweet on my face—fruity and inviting.
I lick my lips, chasing the scent, suddenly wanting to taste it on my own tongue.
I do feel good.
I feel so fucking good right now.
No one else is here. All eyes are on me.
Pleasure hums through my veins, my arms growing heavy. With a sigh, I wrap them around Keira’s neck for support.
She pulls me closer, aligning our bodies and shifting one of her legs between mine.
Fuck.
Warmth blooms in my core, and on instinct, I roll my hips forward, grinding against her bare thigh, chasing the pressure I crave.
“You’re wet, aren’t you, pretty girl? I can feel the heat through your soaked panties.”
I’m wet. I’m warm. I want nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.
With frenzied hands, I tug at Keira’s waist to pull her closer, searching for an outlet for the compounded pleasure zipping through my core.
I giggle, the sound melodic and unfamiliar to my own ears.
Keira laughs too, smoothing her hands down my arms. Over my hips. Resting them on the cinched waist of my bustier.
She squeezes, just a little.
A moan escapes me, followed by another giggle.
I love dancing. I love this party. I don’t actually know this song or remember what I’m drinking, but I’m so happy not to be sad for the first time in weeks.
“Hey now,” a low voice rumbles, the two words vibrating through my chest in a way that tells me the speaker must be close.
For one single second, I hope.
