My hands found her waist, settling where his had been, erasing his touch with my own. Her body swayed instinctively toward mine as I pulled her closer. The heat of her seeped through my palms, spreading up my arms, and down my spine, pooling somewhere dangerous.
We moved together. Her back against my front, my hips rolling against hers in time with the music. She fit against me perfectly, like she was designed for this, for me. My fingers tightened on her waist as she pressed back harder, grinding against me until all the blood in my body rushed straight to my cock.
I dropped my lips to her ear, letting her feel the heat of my words. “You look so fucking beautiful tonight.”
She froze for a brief moment before she whipped around, eyes flying open, recognition crashing over her.
“Owen?” Her voice was breathy, surprised. But not angry.
Excited.
Something primal and possessive roared to life inside me, and I pulled her close until our bodies were flush together. Her hands came up, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, sending electricity crackling down my spine.
I held her gaze as we moved and the music pounded around us, but I couldn’t hear anything but the ragged sound of our breathing. I couldn’t see anything but the blue of her eyes in the strobing darkness. Her hips rolled against mine, and I matched her rhythm, my hands sliding down to grip her waist, guiding her movements, feeling every shift and sway.
The world disappeared.
There was only her body against mine, her fingers in my hair, her eyes holding mine like I was the only thing she could see, like we were the only people who existed.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. My finger traced a path along her temple, over the delicate curve of her cheek. She shivered under my touch, lips parting slightly, and I followed the line of her jaw down to her throat, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my fingertip.
My thumb brushed across her bottom lip.
I tugged gently, watching the soft pink flesh give beneath the pressure, and her breath hitched as her eyes darkened to something molten.
Then her tongue swept out.
Across the tip of my thumb.
My entire body locked up.
Her teeth caught the tip of my thumb, holding it prisoner before she sucked it gently, as I slowly pulled it free. And holy fuck, it was so fucking erotic my cock throbbed.
I cupped her face in both hands, tilting her chin up, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and every nerve ending in my body erupted.
I lowered my face to hers. “Fuck it,” I whispered against her lips as my mouth captured hers. Not gently or with any of the careful, calculated restraint I had been choking on for months.
I kissed her deeply and desperately, my lips claiming hers like I was starving and she was the first meal I’d had in years. She tasted like cheap vodka and cherry lip gloss, and I wanted to drown in it. My tongue swept against hers, and she moaned into my mouth, the sound going straight to my cock like a lightning strike.
My hands dropped to her ass, gripping her, and I lifted. She responded like she’d been waiting for it. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles crossing behind my back, her body pressed so tight against mine I could feel her heartbeat pounding.
She ground herself against me. Rolling her hips in tight circles like she was riding me. I swallowed her next moan greedily, drinking it down.
My abs tightened, heat coiling at the base of my spine. I was painfully hard, straining against my jeans; every movement of her hips dragged her core across me in a way that was rapidly obliterating my self-control.
I was about to explode completely clothed, in the middle of a frat party. Surrounded by people. With Jax’s little sister wrapped around me.
Reality crashed back in like a bucket of ice water.
I tore my mouth from hers, gasping, and pried her off me with shaking hands. I dropped her to her feet, steadying her when she swayed.
My gaze swept the room frantically.
The strobe lights were still flashing, and the music was still pounding. Couples were still grinding on every available surface, and those who weren’t were consumed with other things. No one was looking at us.
When I looked back at Harlow, her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed, and she looked absolutely wrecked. She reached for me, fingers brushing my chest, and I stepped back.
She rolled her eyes as her hand dropped to her side.
