“Uh-huh.”
I down the rest of my wine. I am so far from okay, it’s not even funny. Dax and I have never shied away from touches. Hugs here and there. Kisses on the cheek. We’ve always been like that.
Why now is a touch from him making me crazy with need?
A part of me that I thought I hid away is coming back to life with each circle he rubs into my knee.
Lust.
Desire.
Wanton need for my best friend.
“You sure?” he asks as fresh drinks are dropped off.
“I guess I was jumpy before I came in here.”
“Do you want to go?” he asks.
“I promise, I’m okay.”
I settle back into the seat as Dax pulls his hand off my knee. That’ll help. That and more wine.
“I honestly thought there’d be a lot more sex happening.”
“I thought so too. Guess I really had no idea what I was signing up for.”
“Makes me feel like I was overreacting.”
I nudge his shoulder with mine. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
A couple takes the empty seats across from us and immediately start making out. His hand snakes under her skirt as his other hand maneuvers her top down. The two of them don’t have a care in the world as things escalate.
Not wanting to be caught staring, my eyes track over the room. It’s like a switch flipped and more people are making out and fooling around than before.
It’s…well, it’s downright hot to see.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Do you—” Dax is cut off before he can get his question out.
“Hi.”
A beefy man with a thick beard comes over to us, a drink in hand. Before I can get a word out, Dax is pulling me onto his lap. “She’s taken.”
“Sorry.” He slinks away, not looking back.
Holy. Shit.
I have never felt so possessed by any one person in my entire life. Dax’s fingers dig into my side, hot like an iron.
I feel iteverywhere. Heat builds in my core. It’s the most innocent of touches, but I want more. Am craving more.
With Dax.
“Sorry, if you want to?—”
