CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SOME LIKE IT HOT
TARYN
Tucker’s hands are on my hips as we grind against each other in perfect tempo with the 90s and 2000s music the DJ has on rotation tonight.
All The Things She Saidby t.A.T.u is perfect for dancing without leaving any space between our overheated bodies.
My arms surround Tucker’s neck, and his lips find the pulse point on my neck. Tucker is a tall wall of hard muscle, but he moves with surprising fluidity and a sense of rhythm.
I guess as a goalie he has to be flexible and limber.
The dance floor is crowded, and the people around us push us against each other even more. I’m not complaining. I melt against Tucker’s solid body as my heart beats in sync with the song and with the spot between my legs.
I press myself closer to him as I get a weird feeling. It’s as if someone were watching me.
It makes sense because we’re in a crowd of people and I shake the odd feeling off.
Tucker doesn’t miss the shudder that works its way down my spine and hugs me closer to his hard body. “You ok, baby?”
“Yes,” and I’m not lying. I feel safe in Tucker’s arms. “Kiss me, Tucker.”
“Fuck.” He chuckles, leaning in. “I love when you say that.”
His lips are hot, and he tastes of strawberries and cream with a vague hint of Champagne.
Tucker keeps following the music as we dance and devour each other as if the surrounding crowd wasn’t even there.
“God, you feel so perfect.” He growls against my lips as his big, strong hands squeeze my buttocks.
That causes a sharp throb between my thighs; my clit pulses with need and my panties grow damper with every brush of his lips.
“Tucker, I…”
I don’t even know what I want to say. Overwhelming need is making it hard to formulate any coherent speech.
“I know, baby. Me too. Do you trust me?”
I don’t even have to think about it. I nod.
Tucker keeps us dancing to the next song that keeps the crowd moving and grinding.
We’re dancing and weaving through the hot, sweaty bodies of dozens of strangers. I have no idea where we’re headed, but I wasn’t lying when I told Tucker that I trusted him.
My back hits a wall.
We’re still on the dance floor, but this is a dark corner, away from the mass of all the other dancers.
The air here is slightly cooler, and I shiver.
“You ok, baby?” Tucker presses against me. He’s hard, and I shiver again, but for an entirely different reason.
“I’m fine. I just need you.”
He answers with a kiss that’s worth more than a million words and leaves us both panting.
Need courses through my body, hot and bright, and I reach for Tucker.
