He swells against me, pressing harder into me as we rock to the beat of the music.
My hands roam my body as his lips trace patterns up and down my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access.
Teeth graze against my pulse.
My heart thunders in my chest, and arousal pools between my thighs.
I'm definitely going to be taking this one back to my hotel room.
He whispers something in my ear that I don't catch.
I turn, running my hands up his broad chest, feeling his muscles beneath the thin shirt that separates us.
He flexes beneath my touch, his smile spreading wider. "I've got a call I have to take," he whispers in my ear, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Can I see you again after?"
"I'll be here until you get back."
His lips brush against mine, a subtle promise of what's to come. And then he turns and disappears into the bodies like he was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.
Téa comes over, grabbing my hand and pulling me to a table off to the side. "Who the hell was that, and does he have a brother?"
I shrug and wave down someone carrying a tray of shots. "I don't have a clue. I don't even know his name, but we're meeting up after he's done with his call, so I can ask for you then."
She wiggles her eyebrows. "If he does, I'm not doing any of that orgy shit."
"It was one accidental orgy! And is it really an orgy if there was only one other couple in the room and I didn't know what was happening at the time?"
"I think it still counts." She grabs the shots and lines them up on the table. "You know, if you want to call this a day, though, I'm not opposed to going back to the room and napping. Or we couldwatch that shit you like about couples dating other people to see if they really can get married to each other."
"That show's not shit. But no, I feel good, and I think you're right. I was out there dancing for a couple of songs, and I didn't see Noah at all." I throw back a shot with a smile.
Even as I'm speaking, I glance around the beach, taking in the dancers, the bar, the salt in the air, the waves crashing against the shore.
There's no sign of Noah, though. Not a flash of a blue ball cap or that sinister look in his eyes.
It had to be the tequila playing games with my mind.
Téa smirks and throws back one shot after another. "Maybe it's time you stick to water or juice for a bit."
"We're here to have fun." I grab another shot, downing it and wincing. I've never been much of a gin girl.
"Excuse me?" One of the bartenders comes over, a folded napkin in his hand. "There was a man who wanted me to give this to you."
Must be the guy I was dancing with. Maybe he wants to meet somewhere else after his call.
"Thanks." I take the napkin, and he scurries off.
Téa eyes a couple on the other side of the table, standing several feet away and dancing with each other. "I'm going to go see if I can get in the middle of that sandwich."
I open the napkin as she's talking, my hands trembling as soon as I read the sentence written there, the handwriting sloped and cramped.
Téa reaches out and touches my arm. "Are you okay? Normally, you would've said something to me about trying to get involved with a couple, but nothing."
I hand over the napkin without a word.
Her eyebrows climb sky-high, her grip so tight she nearly rips the napkin in half. "I'm coming for you? Who the hell wrote this shit?"
