When she fanned her leg all the way up and around, my blood heated to a million degrees. God, those legs. So sexy they were criminal.
A voice protested loudly in my head. What was wrong with me? Getting this worked up, over a witness, and one who still had all her fucking clothes on.
But she swayed her hips as if there was only one thing on her mind. It was the only thing on mine right now. There could have been a thousand people in the room, I wouldn’t have noticed. Because this dance?
It was for me andonlyme.
Her graceful moves, while feminine, had the power of a professional athlete.
As the song and her performance worked their way deeper inside me, it felt like every inch of her was telling the story of what she wanted to do to me... if I’d only let her. It was passionate and unbelievably arousing.
Where the hell did this woman come from?
She’d eat me alive, and I was sure I’d love every minute of it.
Laurel’s final jump was an enormous leap where she threw her head back, bent her leg behind herself and nearly touched her toe to her head, effortlessly.
Everything was building, spiraling, and I felt my control slipping as she found my gaze and locked on. Her expression was all sin and seduction while she slid her feet across the dance floor in slow, deliberate movements.
It was a seductive walk I could not outrun, even if I wanted to.
She hadn’t yet reached me when I stood and charged at her, slipping one hand behind her head and the other onto her ass.I lowered my mouth to hers, silencing the noise of surprise she tried to make.
This kiss was like the one she’d given me, only amplified by a thousand percent.
It dripped with lust and desire and sex. The intensity of it caused my hands to tighten their hold, lifting her until she could lock her legs around my waist. I groaned with satisfaction, stumbled forward a few steps, and seated her on a tabletop without interrupting the kiss.
Everything beyond the small body wrapped around me fell away. I’d never been more out of control and overwhelmed with the urge to connect than I was with this girl. On a regular day, my impulse control was almost nonexistent, but after the gunfight at the gas station, the struggle to hold back my need crumbled into nothing.
She made me come apart, and—fuck, she tasted good.
My hands would not stay still. They craved to touch and explore, especially her perfect legs folded around me. My palms coasted over her hips, her thighs, enjoying every inch of her trapped inside the gauzy fabric of her leggings.
Laurel moaned when my tongue touched hers, and then she answered back, curling a hand up into my hair. Her other hand ventured inside my jacket, as if wanting to pull me tighter. But she drew it back like she’d been bitten.
I lifted my head, dazed.
“Your gun.” She gave me a small, embarrassed smile. “I’d forgotten.”
So had I, about everything else.Shit.
It was like rapidly coming down off a drug as the logical side of my brain fired back up. She must have sensed the change in me because her hands clutched tighter, especially when I started to pull away.
“No,” she pleaded, but I didn’t listen.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “I shouldn’t have done that.” I straightened, letting my hands fall to my sides, and then staggered back to give her space to climb down.
But she remained sitting there on the round tabletop in defiance. “This is it for me, Jason. I don’t want to play this game.” The words were edged with pain and frustration. “I’m so tired. I’m tired of fighting it, of wanting you, even when I know I shouldn’t. But I can’t stop,” she admitted, “and it’s just... exhausting.”
I released the air in my lungs in a slow, controlled breath, but my heart stumbled.
She touched the pads of her fingertips to her lips as if trying to remember where my mouth had been just moments ago, and her eyebrows tugged together. “Maybe I could deal with it better if I knew I wasn’t alone in this.” Her eyes softened and her voice dropped to a hush. “I know it isn’t allowed, and I don’t make it easy for you, but just give me that one thing, please.” Her expression was full of longing. “Tell me you want this.”
God, no, she wasn’t alone... but I couldn’t tell her that because I wasn’t ready to face the consequences. I’d lose my job, and it was the only thing I had. And I certainly couldn’t tell her the truth, that what I felt for her might develop into more.
It was already too much.
Words wouldn’t come. They were lodged painfully in my chest, and I stayed quiet like a coward.
