“Do you want a drink?”
Adam’s lips are right at my ear, his voice low and rumbling. A little thrill courses through me at the sound, at his closeness. I turn to him and shake my head.
“Dance?”
This I smile at, and he returns the gesture with a grin, his icy eyes filled with excitement as he leads me to the dance floor.
The song is full of deep, pounding bass, not too fast and not too slow. The kind of music I would listen to while fucking, and that’s just about all I can think of as Adam’s arm wraps around the small of my back, pulling me against his muscular frame. One of his thighs settles between my legs immediately, and he leads us in a dance, his body moving to the rhythm perfectly as I follow in awe.
There’s something about a man who can dance that sets my blood on fire, and I lean into his ear.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever danced with.”
There’s a rumble in his chest at my words, not a purr, not a growl, but something pleased and possessive at the same time.
I rest my arms on his shoulders, clasp my hands behind his neck and rock my hips along with Adam’s every movement, losing myself in the music and in him. At some point, I turn my body so my back is to his chest, my ass nestled against his cock as it stiffens and grows.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this excited in public before, and as his hands run up my thighs and grip my hips, hard, there’s no room for being self-conscious. There’s only Adam, me, and the music.
He pulls my ass tighter against his dick, every inch of it presses from my crack across my left cheek, warmth builds between my thighs, slick begins to dribble from my core. With a sigh, I lean my head back against his pec.
It takes a few minutes to realize that Adam’s been moving us as we dance, maneuvering us into a shadowy corner wherehe grinds against my ass, drawing a groan of pleasure from my chest. His hand dips down to my inner thigh above my knee, slides up slowly until it’s only an inch or two from my pussy. He wipes the slick that’s slid down my skin there, and turns me to face him as he brings his fingers to his lips, then moans as he slides them into his mouth.
My lips part, vision goes hazy. If I thought Adam was sexy before, I didn’t know what was lying in wait tonight.
With both palms, I grip his face and pull him to my lips, dipping my tongue into his mouth and tasting me there. The idea of me on his lips, my slick on his tongue, does things to me on the inside, like my brain fizzles and my body hums, all the while the bass pulses through me.
I don’t know if we’ve been here for five minutes or five hours, but when Adam pulls away, his icy blue gaze on fire, my heart stutters.
“I want you,” he breathes.
My Alpha’s steel cock is pressed against my stomach, his face is almost vulnerable as he looks at me, and there’s only one response I could possibly give him.
“Let’s go home.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Idon’t think that the invention of teleportation could have gotten us back to Adley’s house fast enough.
My cock aches like never before in my entire life, and I have the hottest woman to ever be born straddling my thighs as I sit on her bed. Her arms are wrapped around the back of my neck, the tips of our noses touch and she kisses my lips, small pecks, over and over again.
I was so sure of what to do with my hands on the dance floor, but now? I’m completely out of my element.
Dancing is easy. Feel the beat, move to it, be free. My mom instilled that in me since I was little. But right now, I feel anything but free. My body is stiff in every way possible, legs, cock, spine. Not a great look.
“How are you feeling?”
She asks this against my lips, and I shudder. Adley’s orange blossom perfume rises in the air around us, slides across my skin, into my nose, fills my lungs. And I hold it there until my chest begins to vibrate on a purr.
What’s weird is that I know my purr is for Adley, to coax and comfort her. We all learn that in basic health class in elementary school. But part of me wonders if I’m trying to calm myself, too.
All I want is to be able to please Adley, to be the lover she wants, the mate she needs.
“Hey…” She smooths my hair with her palms, and I look into her eyes. “Relax, Adam. We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want to.”
Ugh. That about kills any sense of ego I may have left.
Come on, man. What is wrong with you?
