His fingers begin to slip off me, and the subtle inklings of fire are replaced with panic as he rips my pleasure away.
We’re not dancing. This is a game of cat and mouse.
Each brief contact is edging me towards a pinnacle that I have no hope of reaching, and I might combust in a bad way.
I snatch my glass from him, sucking down the last drink with no cutesy teasing this time, and tap the closest random man on the shoulder.
“Hey, go put this somewhere for me!” I shout at him, shoving the glass in his hand. The poor guy looks dumbfounded but complies like a good boy.
I don’t bother confirming because my fingers are already threading around either side of Jensen’s neck, pulling him closer so my lips brush his ear.
“Dance. With. Me.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hayes
“Dance. With. Me.” Her demand raises goose bumps on my arms, but it’s her fingers tightening around my throat that does me in.
This woman could tell me to do anything, and I’d do it.
Set her ex’s house on fire? Done.
Buy a round of drinks for the entire bar? Here’s my wallet.
Step off a ship into the middle of the vast, dark ocean? Liv proves that sirens lured men into the seas.
I’d follow her anywhere.
She doesn’t wait for my response. She doesn’t need to. She knows men obey her.
Especially me.
Her figure grazes my body, and I’m already a live wire. My hands find her hips as she sways to the music, hypnotizing me with every move.
Her body begged to be touched, but I was afraid to go too far. Now, she’s pulling me in closer, holding my hands steady as she shimmies to the beat.
My palms skim the skin above her jeans, and my immediate reaction is to pull back.
Don’t scare her off. Don’t scare her off.
But her fingers thread mine, shackling my palms around her waist. She’s thin and toned, and I can feel her abdominal muscles flex as she sways. Her tiny little tank top flutters along her rib cage, barely grazing my forearms.
She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and if she keeps backing towards me, she’ll know exactly how much I think so.
Don’t scare her off.
Don’t–
Her ass grinds against my front, and my whole body stills as hers does.
Electricity shoots down my spine, overpowering any rational thought to move away… But then she moves.
Into me.
Her hips rock, planting her ass firmly against my hard length. Other than that slight movement, we’re both statues on the dance floor as the entire bar buzzes around us.
Her fingers twitch in mine, and the mass behind my zipper responds without my permission, flexing against her tight backside.
