“Come on, love,” I repeated, this time reaching for her hand and helping her to her feet.
She grudgingly came along, moving slowly as we descended the stairs to the second floor. As soon as we were on the dance floor, the song faded off, and a new one started. It wasn’t your mom’s slow dance music either. No, this was an erotic blend that allowed me to pull Emily in close as I maneuvered her toward the center of the space, keeping her out of the path of flailing body parts.
“This is dangerous, you know,” Emily whispered against my neck.
“Aye.” Already my cock was throbbing as she swayed her hips. “But two can play this game, love.”
Emily’s eyes were on mine when I dragged her closer, my hand pressing against her lower back, my thigh shifting between hers. She inhaled sharply, her body still moving in a rhythmic dance only she knew. She was beautiful like this, more so when her trepidation faded and the sexy minx I’d come to know was let loose.
Emily moved seductively, her arms waving above her as she succumbed to the slow, throbbing beat that consumed both body and mind. I let my hands caress up and down her sides; every now and then I would graze her nipples with my thumbs, enjoying the tease. She was riding my thigh with every bump of her hips. The entire time, I watched her face, reading her expressions, falling deeper in love with her each time I drew air into my lungs. I’d never met anyone like her, and for the first time in my life, it didn’t scare me to fall. I’d wanted Knox for so long, but in the beginning, I’d been driven by lust. It had taken years for me to succumb to the emotions that warred within me. With Emily, it had been immediate.
I pulled her in for a kiss, nibbled her lower lip. “I want you, Em.”
A soft hum escaped her as her hand gripped my side, her pussy grinding on my leg.
“Can I have you?”
“Always.”
“Here?”
“God, yes.”
I nipped her lip again, let her lean back, swaying her upper body in time with the beat.
When the song faded off, and a heavier, faster one took its place, Emily released me. To my surprise, she wasn’t leaving the dance floor. No, the sexy minx danced to her own drum, sliding her body against mine as she moved around me. When she came to stand in front of me, Emily reached for my head, pulled me down to her level, and spoke right against my ear.
“I want you to touch me.”
Before I could, she released me, grabbing for my hand and leading the way to the stairs. I followed her, curious as to what she had in mind. She didn’t return to the booth reserved for her friends, instead choosing an empty one higher up. It was then I knew what she needed.
She slid into the booth, so I moved in beside her. As soon as I did, she twisted, straddling my hips and facing me, her mouth fusing to mine. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitance in her movements. Not in the way she kissed me or rubbed up against me. She was fire in my arms; a wanton seductress bent on taking what she needed.
I rested my hands on her hips, silently urging her to ask for what she wanted even as I plundered her mouth, the leash on my control pulling tight against the onslaught of her body grinding against mine.
When she pulled her mouth away, she was breathing hard, still moving to the beat of the music as her head tilted back.
My gaze swung left then right and came to an abrupt halt when I saw Knox standing there, watching us from a darkened corner. My jaw hardened as anger filled me. The man was here, yet he’d made no effort to let me know. Normally, it wouldn’t piss me off, except he’d disappeared on us for reasons I had yet to determine.
“Kieran…” Emily reached for my hand, dragging it between her legs.
I turned my attention back to her. “Tell me, love.”
“Touch me.”
I caressed her thigh as I inched beneath the short skirt she wore. I watched her face as she relaxed when I dipped my fingers beneath the elastic edge of her panties, finding her slick, wet center.
“Kieran … please.”
Everything faded away at that point; the only thing that mattered was the seductress who began riding my finger when I pushed it inside her.
Emily stopped moving, leaning down and winding her arm around my neck as she kissed me, allowing me to finger her pussy. Any onlooker would see two people kissing, but I doubted they would know I had two of my fingers buried in her tight cunt.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said softly against my mouth. “It feels so good.”
She was wanton and wicked, and I found I loved this side of her. The sweet girl I’d been introduced to in this very club wasn’t ashamed to embrace her desires.
I inched my fingers in, dragged them out. Slow and steady, my other hand on her hip, holding her still so she was forced to take only what I gave her. Her breaths fanned my mouth, her soft whimpers and mewls buried beneath the music, sounds only I could hear.
