“Why not?”
“Because I want it to lead to a hell of a lot more.”
“I think we might be able to squeeze some of that in.” Her eyes are playful as the band starts playing and she takes a few sips of her drink before grabbing my hand. “C’mon. Time to dance.”
She worms her way through the crowd and finds a spot big enough for the two of us. It takes a minute to get in sync with everyone around us, but when we start moving, it’s hard to take my eyes off her.
She’s a natural. I shouldn’t be surprised. She moves her hips in time with the music as she eyes me.
“Here I was thinking I’d have to teach you to dance,” she says.
I wink at her. “I wouldn’t have offered to bring you here if I couldn’t dance.”
Her eyes track me as I follow along to the dance that everyone is doing. Two steps right. Two steps left. One forward, one back. A tricky move with your ankle and crossing it over the other before changing sides.
“I think you might need to teach me then.” Her head is thrown back in laughter and there is nothing sexier than seeing how happy she is.
I pull her back to my front and start dancing with her. I don’t care if it’s awkward or bumpy. I want Joey right where she is.
Her hands cover mine as they rest on her hips. The longer we dance that way, the more I can feel that sweet little ass of hers grinding into me.
Fuck.
It’s creating a problem that we can’t take care of at the moment. A problem that seems to arise anytime I’m around her.
“This shouldn’t be this good,” she says, reaching behind her to wrap her hand around my neck.
My hands slide down, playing with the hem of her dress as we start moving to our own beat.
“You make it easy to dance like this.”
She says something I don’t catch as the music changes and people start to move around us. I don’t care what we look like, dancing to a beat only the two of us hear.
“Sam,” she purrs.
I spin her in my arms and capture her mouth with mine. I can’t take it anymore. I need this connection with her. To feel her on a deeper level.
Her mouth tastes like the wine she was drinking as I explore her. Each stroke of her tongue against mine heightens everything inside me.
I don’t care that we’re in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Everything fades as her fingers dig farther into me.
“Fuck, Joey.” I drop my forehead to hers. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“Says who?”
Her lips are swollen. I nip at her bee-stung bottom lip.
“Me. I don’t fancy getting arrested tonight.”
She drags her fingers along mine as she starts dancing again. “Shame. I wonder what kind of trouble we could get up to in a jail cell.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
I swing her around as we dance to a new song. The evening becomes a blur as one song blends into another and we have a few more drinks at the bar.
By the time the set ends, sweat clings to my brow from the crowds inside. Joey’s cheeks are flushed; she looks fucking radiant.
We don’t have much time together tonight, so I want to make sure we make good use of every minute.
