Her laugh fills the hollow in my chest. It's the sweetest sound. The only one I can hear over the noise of the club.
The barstool next to her empties, and I move in. Her eyes catch mine, and something glimmers there.
“Care to dance with me?”
Heat ripples through my veins as her eyes roam over me. Her cheeks flush slightly when her eyes find mine again. “Like what you see?”
“Not too bad,” she says, sipping on her drink.
“American?” Her accent is smooth.
She nods. “Just landed today.”
“In that case, you need a night of fun.”
“And what makes you think I wasn't having fun before?” She waggles her brows at me.
“If you were, would you still be sitting here?” I drag a finger up her arm. Goose pimples erupt on her skin. I smirk, seeing the physical effect I’m having on her.
“I don't dance with strangers.” She turns, gulping down the rest of her drink.
“Leo. And you are?” I hold my hand out to her, waiting for her to accept. She eyes it, as if weighing the pros and cons.
“Reagan.” Lightning strikes my spine as her much smaller hand takes mine. Fuck. I pull her closer to me, leaning into her. Breathing in her heavenly scent. “Do you care to dance with me?”
She stands, her dress swaying dangerously close to the bottom of her ass. Fuck-me heels adorn her tiny feet. Her hand finds my chest.
“Yes, Leo. I would love to dance with you.” The stare she gives me is heated. Full of lust. I take her hand as I lead her out to the crowded dance floor.
Spinning her, I pull her soft body back against my hard one. My hands find her curves as she moves against me. I fight the groan, try to quell my throbbing dick.
Her hands land on top of mine, moving them over her stomach. I spin her in my arms. Eyes the colour of chocolate reflect the lights from the club. The sensuous roll of her hips has my hands moving down her body. Reagan's fingers tangle in my hair.
Electricity is alive in the air around us. The music vibrates through us as we move as one. Everywhere she touches lights my skin on fire.
Reagan grinds into me, feeling just how hard she makes me. I roll my hips into her.
“You’ve got quite the moves,” I whisper into her ear.
“I used to be a dancer.” Her lips graze my ear. My hands drift lower, teasing her perfect ass.
“Want to show me what you’ve got?” The teasing in my voice spurs her on. She spins away from me, before doing a fancy move and gliding back to me. She grinds against me without shame. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that she’s coming home with me. I want to taste these curves under my lips. Taste her sweet release. Taste and suck on every centimetre of her skin.
I have no skill as Reagan moves against me. My hands tighten around her, keeping her close. It takes everything I have not to throw her over my shoulder and find a dark corner of the club to have my way with her.
My hands move up her stomach, pulling her taut against me. “You’re driving me crazy.” My voice is husky, desire dripping from every word. I link my fingers with hers, pulling her closer to me.
“Come home with me.”
Her eyes meet mine. There’s no hesitation as she says, “Lead the way.”
My lips crashonto hers the second we’re inside my flat. It’s all teeth and tongues. Hungry groans as we attack one another with pent-up frustration after moving against one another all night.
I hoist her up into my arms, pressing her back against the wall. I kiss and lick my way down her neck, biting on the tender skin. She arches into me. Gliding my hands up the soft skin of her thighs, I find her swollen and wet for me. No fabric of her underwear to slow us down.
“Going commando, huh?” I kiss the corner of her mouth. She grabs my face, taking my mouth in a searing kiss.
“I don’t like the feel of them.” Her chest rises and falls with her breathing. Her skin is flushed with need. I drop her legs from my waist, walking backwards towards the sofa. Dropping down, I pull her between my legs. Reaching down, I set her foot beside me. The heady scent of her is potent this close. Brushing my nose against the scratchy fabric of her dress, I breathe.
