Where he discovered she’d gone commando.His groan vibrated against her back, and that first touch was electric.She was so wet that his fingers glided over her, caressing her, slipping inside her, making her crazy.They swayed and bounced and gyrated to the music, while the friction of his fingers against her, inside her, took her higher, eclipsing the crowd on the dance floor.There was only sensation, only need, only heat building inside her.
Only him.
When the climax catapulted through her, he held her tight while she wanted to thrash against him, wanted to climb his body and take him right there on the dance floor.
He held her until her body stopped jangling, until her heart stopped galloping, until she could stand on her own, though her insides still quaked.
Then he was gone.
She wondered if he’d ever been there, or if she’d imagined him.When she pushed her way out of the crowd, she found him seated at the same table as if he’d never moved.As if what he’d done to her on the dance floor had truly been a hallucination.
A group of rowdy women partied at the next table that he’d originally reserved for her, but in front of him sat a glass of water, one of champagne, and her clutch purse containing her phone, her license, and some cash.She took the chair, almost crumpling into it as her legs finally gave out from the dancing, from the climax, from just looking at him.
“I’ve ordered an Uber for you,” he said without a single inflection.“Are you ready to go home?”
“Don’t you want to dance?”Even now, after she’d come, she couldn’t bear for the night to end.Every moment had been thrilling, watching him watch her as she tempted and teased and flirted.The way his face seemed to go rigid with unfulfilled desire.How his scent seemed to envelope her even out on the dance floor, calling her to him even as she whirled around other men who meant nothing to her.
He leaned forward, his forearm on the table.“I’d rather take you home and fuck you.”
The rawness of his words sent a shiver through her.She wanted him,God, how she wanted him.
But suddenly everything was turning around on her, getting too serious.She wantedtoomuch, was gettingtooneedy,tooinvolved.
Because what she was feeling wasonlyabout him.
As if he heard her thoughts, he whispered, “It’s only sex.”
But was itjustsex when she wanted it this bad?Or was it escalation?
She tried to smile, but was afraid it looked like a grimace.“That’s against our rules.”
“Tease.”He sat back leisurely, grinning at her.He didn’t seem at all affected by what they’d done on the dance floor.Holy hell, maybe it actually had been someone else.
But no, she’d smelledhim, only him.
His phone must have vibrated because he took it out of his pocket.
He smiled as if he sensed the turmoil inside her.And liked it.“The car is here.”He stood, holding out his hand.
She was afraid to take it, afraid to touch him.If she did, she might not go home at all.She might do whatever he wanted.Because Knox Turner was a very persuasive man.To him, it was no big deal; like he said, it was only sex.It should be for her too.Just sex.But it was the feeling inside her, theneed.She needed another orgasm.And she neededhimto give it to her.No one else.Not even herself.
Yet she took his hand and let him guide her outside.Stopping by the waiting car, he said, “I’d rather take you home myself.”
She wanted to beg, but said only, “The Uber’s here.”She absolutely couldn’t get in a car with him.She knew herself, and she’d be all over him.And this thing between them would turn into… what?Dating?A relationship?
Or would it be just more good, hot sex?
She climbed into the back seat, smiled at the female driver, and after Knox closed the door, the car pulled away, leaving him behind.
They weren’t even on the freeway when his first text came in.
Him: I can still smell you on my fingers.Taste you on my skin.
Her: I thought that was someone else out there on the dance floor.
Him: I don’t think you’d have melted quite so quickly if it was someone else.
Her: But you already know how quickly I melt with just a fantasy.
