When it gets to the line about putting hands on a body, Li grabs my hands and runs them all the way down his chest, over his abs, past his belt, and removes them right before I land where I want to be. But he doesn’t let me go; instead, he pulls my hands up and wraps my arms around his neck.
I happily leave them in place when he releases his grip on them and moves one hand to my lower back, pulling my groin flush against his. He’s expertly wedged his right thigh between mine, so we’re basically riding each other’s legs, and when he rolls his hips, my eyes roll back in my head.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” yells a girl dancing next to us. “That’s sooo fucking hot.”
She’s right. It is.
I try to keep up with Li’s movements, but keep fucking it up, until his voice is at my ear.
“I’ve got you. Just follow my lead.”
By the end of the song, I’m able to feel his rhythm and can anticipate his next direction easily enough to move my hips along with him. I stop thinking and just let myself feel and absorb this moment.
But when we’ve been at it long enough for beads of sweat to start pooling in the hollow at the base of his throat, it’s hard to stay in the moment and not think ahead to getting back home and licking every drop of sweat from every inch of his skin.
When the song changes toOrdinaryby Alex Warren, a lot of people leave the dance floor, choosing to rest and hydrate during the slower song. I assume Liam will want a break as well, but as I begin to pull away, he grips my waist tighter, pulling my hand to rest over his heart with his fingers wrapped around mine.
I look up at him and roll my lips inward, trying to get my trembling under control when he starts mouthing the words to me, and I feel the intimacy and love of every moment we’ve evershared like a tidal wave of emotion that hits me right in the chest.
Even though the song is slower, Liam continues to lead us as we sway on this dance floor, totally wrapped up in each other.
And this easily becomes the best night of my life.
Chapter 28
Liam
We don’t leave the club until close to one a.m. The drive back to the ski resort is a bit treacherous, but knowing Damon is in charge has me at ease, and I can’t wait to get him back inside. Dancing always puts me in a good mood, but dancing withDamon?
Fucking heaven.
If he didn’t have to concentrate so hard on keeping control of this car, my hands would be all over him.
What should have taken fifteen minutes takes thirty-eight, but as soon as we get back, despite the late hour, I want him.
I don’t play coy or waste time pretending I’ll ever choose a separate bedroom when his bed is an option. So, after brushing my teeth in my bathroom, I strip to my boxers and pad back down the hallway.
Damon gives me a smile from his bathroom while he finishes up and meets me in bed.
“Thank you for tonight,” he says, rolling toward me. “It was so much better than going to prom and watching you dance with Sara would have been.”
I kiss his forehead. “Well, as the man who danced with Sara, I’m happy to report this was also a much better experience forme as well.” Damon yawns as he melts into me. “Are you tired?” I ask, trying to keep the need out of my voice so I don’t give away my intention and influence his answer.
“Yes,” he answers honestly. “But not too tired to fool around, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
I reach forward to grope him through his silky boxers. “What gave me away?” I smile, squeezing gently.
“The steel rod poking me in the stomach was a pretty dead giveaway.”
I roll him onto his back and sit on my knees between his legs. “Can I suck your dick?”
I actually haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since seeing my dick in his mouth. I want to watch him come undone from my knees. I felt so fucking powerful just from making him hard and jacking us off together. I can only imagine that the satisfaction of getting him off with my mouth will be so much more intense.
“Liam, you can do whatever you want…except leave me,” he says, driving his fingers into my hair.
I let his comment slide because my leaving him isn’t an option I’m willing to consider, but I really want to lay everything out for him at dinner on Saturday, and I’m hoping that after tomorrow morning, I’ll have a little more information.
I trail wet kisses down his body as I scoot backwards on the bed. I’m waiting for him to ask me if I’m sure about this or otherwise tell me he doesn’t expect this, but he keeps his mouth shut. It gives me hope that maybe he’s starting to realize that he is who I truly want.
