I feel a little thrill at the idea that I can have this effect on him. Part of me wants him to take me home right this second, but the other part of me, the one that feels like doing somethingwild and deliciously dangerous, wants to see what happens when I get him on the dance floor. That part wins out, and when I look up at him, I know that’s what he wants too. Taking a step back, he grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.
“Come on, Wildcat. I want to see you dance.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CAM
Sophie squeals the second she sees Maddy and me, dancing over and pulling us both into the chaos. The dance floor is packed, so no one notices when I lay a hand on Maddy’s back, sliding it lower so it brushes the top of her ass.
She stiffens briefly before relaxing into my touch, laughing when Sophie takes one of her hands and spins her around, yanking her into the middle of a circle that includes Tyler and most of my offensive line. Maddy reaches back and grabs my hand, tugging me with her in a move that has me grinning. The club lights flash and the music pounds, and it’s a wild mess of bodies and movement and the kind of lightness I haven’t felt in years.
Here, I’m not the widowed single dad and the professional athlete with kids to raise into good humans and teammates I don’t want to let down and a calendar that practically groans under the weight of responsibility. Here, I’m just a guy who wants to dance with a girl, and I practically laugh at the freedom of it.
No one is paying any attention to who is where and touchingwho, so I brush my hands low over Maddy’s hips, my eyes glued to the way she dances, the way her eyes sparkle, the sound of her laughter when Sophie does something ridiculous, and the dress that just barely covers her ass. Maddy reaches back and lays a hand on my thigh, squeezing, and when she goes to pull it away, I bring mine down on top of it, trapping her hand right where it is.
She squeezes again, her hand sliding higher, and I itch to get my arms around her.
Ten minutes later, I get my chance.
“Water!” Sophie yells over the music to Maddy. “You coming?”
Maddy turns around and gives me a sultry grin before turning back to Sophie. “I’m good.”
Sophie glances between Maddy and me, a glint in her eyes that makes me sure Maddy told her everything. Then she kisses Maddy on the cheek, gives me a sly grin, and dances away, yanking Tyler with her. Maddy spins to face me, her eyes on mine as her body moves. I glance around and see that the rest of the team has fanned out around the room, and as if by unspoken agreement, Maddy and I drift to the edge of the dance floor.
The lights don’t seem to reach this corner, and it’s bathed in darkness as I turn my back to the rest of the dance floor, yanking Maddy to me, using my body to shield hers from view. She slides her hands up my chest as I grip her hips, keeping her close as we move to the beat of the music. Dropping my head, I skim my lips over the shell of her ear. “I’ve been waiting all fucking night to feel you against me.”
Maddy lets out a quiet gasp when I flick my tongue over the sensitive skin behind her ear, her fingers gripping my shirt. “We should really get out of here,” she mutters, pressing closer and grinding her body against mine. I hiss out a breath and grip her hips tighter to hold her right where she is.
Lifting one hand to her face, I tilt her chin up and wink. “I have a better idea.” I see the questions in her eyes, but beforeshe can ask any of them, I spin her around, pulling her back to my chest. Our bodies move together, my hands everywhere—gliding over her hips, her stomach, tracing her ribs up to graze along the undersides of her breasts.
“Shit,” she mutters, one of her hands drifting back to link around my neck and the other dropping to grip my thigh, opening her body up to me. “I really, really like your hands on me.”
Turning my head slightly, I dot a line of kisses along her upper arm. “I bet you can feel how much I like having my hands on you,” I whisper into her ear, tilting my hips forward so my cock drags between her ass cheeks, snaking an arm around her waist to keep her locked against me. “I’m rock fucking hard feeling your gorgeous body against mine, thinking of what you have on under this dress. Counting the minutes until I get to find out.”
“Why don’t you find out right now?” Maddy asks, turning her head so she’s looking right into my eyes. The mischievous glint in hers almost has me combusting. “Touch me, Cam.”
“Touch you where?” I ask, wanting to make sure I’m understanding her right.
She presses up on her toes to kiss my jaw, her body still moving to the music. “Everywhere,” she whispers, grazing her teeth over my neck. And when she turns back around, grinding her ass against my cock, I lose my fucking mind.
“Dirty girl,” I rasp, curling my body over hers, my fingers grazing her thighs right along the hem of her dress. “You want me to put my hands under your very pretty dress in this room full of people? Push my fingers inside you and rub your clit until I have to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming?”
“Fuck yes.” She gasps when I dip my fingers under her dress, tracing the insides of her thighs. “Please. Do it, Cameron.”
“So needy for me,” I mutter, dipping my head to press a lingering kiss to her shoulder. “I love it. What my girl wants, my girl gets.”
“Your girl?” she asks breathlessly, twisting her hips to try and get my fingers closer to where I know she needs them.
I dance my fingers just a little higher, squeezing her inner thigh and chuckling when she jolts at the contact. “My girl. When you ask me to make you come on my fingers on a dance floor, that makes you my girl.”
She cranes her neck to look at me, her eyes hazy with arousal. “You make me your girl when you make me come.”
Maddy’s bossy tone makes my dick so hard it’s painful. The way she asks for what she wants and expects me to give it to her. And I will. Anything. I’ll give her fucking anything. “Well then, it looks like I’ve got some work to do.”
Sliding one of my feet between hers, I push her legs farther apart, feeling the heat of her as I glide my fingers up her inner thigh. When I reach her apex and feel nothing but her, I drop my head to her shoulder, letting out a low groan. “Fuck, Wildcat, no underwear?”
She laughs, taking my free hand and tangling our fingers together, pulling my arm tight across her body. “Didn’t want underwear lines, and I hate thongs with the fire of a thousand suns. I don’t want anything between my ass cheeks.” She turns her head, giving me a carefree grin. “Unless it’s your tongue.”
