MADDY
“It’s time to get our dance on!” Sophie pops up from the couch, grinning at us as she bounces in her sparkly gold heels.
“No,” I whine. “I’m here, Soph. Isn’t that enough?”
“We appreciate your attendance, Maddy baby, but we’re in a club, and when we’re in a club, we fucking dance.”
“Fuck yeah, we do!” Tyler stands from the couch, too, tossing an arm around Sophie’s shoulders. It may be dark in the club, but I see her cheeks heat, her head turning slightly to give Tyler a look that’s a few notches up from friendly as he leads her down the stairs to the dance floor, followed by a bunch of Renegades players.
“Come on, Maddy baby,” Cam murmurs, his rough voice scraping over my skin. Drew went down to the bar with all the other receivers, and since almost everyone else followed Sophie and Tyler, it’s just us left on the couch, sitting side-by-side in the semi-darkness of the mostly empty VIP section, a heady sort of tension crackling between us.
My heart pounds in my chest, and Cam looks at me like he wants to eat me alive. I have to resist the urge to throw myself at him because, same. We may have kissed a bunch and fooled around a little since Halloween night, but it’s been a strictly clothes-on situation. I’m ready for the clothes to come all the way off. To erase every damn barrier between us. I know Cam feels the same because he shifts slightly to the right, closing all the remaining space separating us, so his body is pressed up against the side of mine. “Let’s get our dance on.”
Because of our proximity, when I turn my head, we’re barely inches apart, his warm breath fluttering over my face. Every instinct I have screams at me to close the distance and press my lips to his. God, I want him so fucking badly my entire body practically vibrates. “You dance?” My voice is a little breathless, and I see victory light his eyes, like it gives him a thrill to know that being here together like this is affecting me as much as it’s affecting him.
It so is.
We’re just a couple of horny bitches, trying to keep from devouring each other in public for reasons I know are really important, but for the life of me, I can’t currently remember why.
“I definitely don’t.” With a slight move of his hand, he grazes a finger over my bare knee and grins when I suck in a quiet breath. He grins even harder when my eyes stay on his. When I don’t look around to confirm we aren’t being watched. To make sure we’re not discovered. “But I think I would really like to dance with you. I’m dying to remind us both what it feels like when your body is pressed up against mine. To have my hands all over every damn inch of you. It’s been so, so long, Wildcat, and I’m losing my goddamn mind.”
Oh, holy hell.
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” I manage, my voice catching when his finger glides from my knee around to theinside of my thigh. “It’s kind of…public.” I gasp when he slides his finger just a little higher, drawing maddening circles so close to where I’m dying for him. This time I do glance around, pulling my gaze from his as much to try to get my shit together as to make sure we’re still alone.
Cam hooks a finger under my chin, turning me back to him. “It’s dark and crowded and half my team is down there, drunk and rowdy, pulling all the attention their way. Trust me?” He strokes my jaw with his thumb, and for some reason, this feels like the most important question he’s ever asked.
I study him for a long moment before I realize that yeah, I really, really do. I don’t know what that means, exactly, or what we’re going to do, but for the moment, this seems like enough. “I do.”
His face lights up and he pushes to stand, holding his hand out to me. “So…dance?”
I wrinkle my nose. “I should warn you that I’m very, very bad at it. I’m more of asing Celine ballads into my hairbrush and dance alone in my bedroom in my underwear and a T-shirtkind of girl. Also, it’s entirely possible that I flash this entire club if I try to move because this dress was not made to contain an ass like mine.”
“By an ass like yours, you mean the most perfect ass in existence that no one will ever see but me?”
I laugh and let him pull me up from the couch. “That’s possessive shit, Cameron.”
Lifting my hand, he presses a kiss to my knuckles and my cheeks flush with heat, butterflies exploding in my stomach. “Maddy, I feel very possessive over you. And I would really like to see the hairbrush thing. Bonus points if you’re wearing my T-shirt when you do it.”
I tilt my head, my lips quirking up in a smile as I take a step forward, laying a light hand on his hip and watching as his eyes go stormy. “I would need one of your T-shirts first.”
Cupping my face with his free hand, he tips my head back soI’m looking up at him, bending so our faces are inches apart. “You can steal one tomorrow. After.”
My hand tightens involuntarily on his hip. “After what?”
Eyes never leaving mine, Cam leans in and presses a kiss to the side of my mouth, and it’s so fucking sexy I could die. “After you spend the night naked in my bed. After you come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock so many times you’ll be begging me to stop. After I sink inside you over and over again until there’s no doubt in your mind who you belong to. After all of that, anything that’s mine is yours.”
Holy.Shit.
“Including you?” I ask, feeling like the most desirable woman on the planet because this man—this good, kind, beautiful man—wants me. And god, do I want him right back. “After all of that, will you be mine, too, Cameron?”
“Oh baby,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. His tongue darts out to lick the spot he kissed, and I feel a rush of arousal between my legs because, hot damn. “Don’t you know I’m already yours?”
“I like that,” I say quietly. Then I straighten, flashing him a wide grin. “I really fucking like that. I hope your kitchen is appropriately stocked with candy because we’re going to need it after I wear the fuck out of you, later.”
Cam huffs out a laugh. When he shifts a little, his hand falling to his waistband, I glance down, my eyes landing on the impressive bulge in the front of his pants. Looking up, I smirk at him, and he blushes. Cam fucking blushes, and where the hell is a fainting couch when you need one? “Need a minute?”
Taking my hand, he yanks me into him, my body colliding with his, hard cock pressing into my stomach as he drops his mouth to my ear. “This is what you do to me,” he murmurs. “All the fucking time.”
