“Okay, well, just be careful with your jaw, okay?” He brought his fingers to my face and rubbed a few light circles over both jaw joints. “Try to fight the urge to grind your teeth or clench, otherwise you’ll feel it tomorrow.”
“I will,” I said and lowered my eyelids. “Whatever you’re doing right now feels really good.”
He dropped his hands so fast he may as well have been burned.
Now it was my turn to frown. “Why did you stop?”
“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked, ignoring my question. He opened his own water and took a sip.
“Of course not,” I said, shaking my head. “I want to dance.” We’d been standing here for too long, and I needed to dance off the pulsating beat I still felt beneath my skin.
Jamie finished his water. “Are you sure?” He sounded hesitant, and maybe a little nervous.
“Yeah, c’mon.” I smiled and clasped his hand. His gaze dropped to where I held him before a beat passed and it was back on my face. He nodded.
The dance floor below was undulating like an enormous organism, yet the thought of being down there didn’t send me into my usual panic. Mimi wasn’t lying when she said Molly would fix all my problems. I wanted to be down there. This was my opportunity to experience what I’d been missing out on all my life. I tugged on Jamie’s hand, and we headed down the steps, but when we were right on the edge of the crowd, he stopped me and leaned in close. “Why don’t we go somewhere less crowded?”
The hairs on the back of my neck rose. That voice mixed with his breath tickling my skin made me want to peel his clothes off.
Whoa.
I looked back at him, and wished I hadn’t. He looked so goddamn good in the dim light of the club that all the women in our vicinity were staring at him with their tongues hanging out.
What if you lost it to him?
The thought didn’t sound nearly as crazy as it should have. I was high. I was horny. I had a really hot, really experienced ex-rock-star chaperone that had come to my rescue for no discernible reason.
He narrowed his eyes as he probably realized I was hardcore checking him out.
I cleared my throat. “I want to be dancing with everyone.”
“Let’s at least go to the side. We’ll have more room there.”
It computed in my drug-addled mind that a guy his size needed a lot more space than I did.
I nodded, and he squeezed my hand tighter as he carved a path through the dancing crowd.
When he found a spot that suited him, he let go and turned to face me.
I grinned at him and began to sway my hips. Immediately, I felt like I was one with the song. The world was no more than this moment, and this moment was perfect.
After some time, I realized Jamie wasn’t dancing with me. Twisting my head, I saw him leaning against the wall and watching me with a pensive expression.
“What are you doing over there?” I asked with a laugh. “Come dance with me.”
He shook his head.
“You don’t like to dance?”
“I do, but I don’t feel like it now.”
I stepped closer to him and put my hands on his chest. “How? I couldn’t stand still if I tried.”
Jamie’s chest rose beneath my hands as he sucked in a breath. “Yeah, MDMA will do that to you.”
“Please,” I asked, looking at him from under my lashes. “I want you to dance with me.”
He ran his teeth over his bottom lip as he looked down at me, his eyes swimming with something I couldn’t decipher.
