“Yeah.”
“Then I’m your official distraction for the evening.”
A crooked smile graced his lips as he dragged his other hand down my arm and linked his fingers with mine. “Sounds dangerous.”
“Very.” I grinned and began to sway in front of him. Soon, he was moving with me.
By the end of the first song, his hands had migrated to my waist, while mine curled around his strong shoulders. We moved together, not speaking but holding on tightly. Just like in that dressing room, the heat of his body caressed my skin like a familiar lover. When my fingertips pressed into his back, his chest rose with a deep breath. The DJ was playing “King of the Fall” by the Weeknd, and the driving beat was bringing me closer and closer to that marvelous chest. I stared at the open V of his shirt, where a hint of his black hair peeked out. My fingers itched to run through it. A primal want was waking up in me, and it made me feel alive.
I needed to feel him, and the need was so strong that it overpowered every remaining doubt, hesitation, and insecurity. Tilting my head back, I met his solid gaze and pressed my entire body against his. My breasts ached, my nipples hardened.
“Ivy…” His body was so taut with tension, I could practically feel him vibrate beneath my hands. He loosened his hold on me but didn’t move away. “You don’t need to do this to keep me distracted.”
“I know.” My voice was hoarse. “I’m doing it because I want to.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, the movement jerky, as he continued to stare down at me. Under the pulled-together brows, his gray eyes flickered with something that sent a thrill down my spine.
He tracked the movement of my right hand as I lifted it to his face, his expression a mix of fascination and torment. I could have guessed at the reasons he seemed so reluctant, almost incredulous, at what was happening between us. I could hardly believe it myself. But what made it interesting was that I also understood the temptation that swam behind his eyes.
We used to be enemies. And now, we were becoming something else.
I pressed my fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. There was a second of resistance, and then he began to yield to my touch.
Closer.
I could make out a thin scar below his brow that I hadn’t noticed before.
Closer.
His scent intensified, filling the air around me with the dizzying scent of cedar and soap.
Closer.
Eyelashes fanned out across his cheeks as he closed his eyes, the last of his resistance slipping.
The inches of space between us disappeared and then, I was kissing Jamie Berg again.
He dove into me as if I were a cool lake on a hot summer afternoon, boldly confident, his hesitation from a few moments ago erased. I smiled against his mouth, delighting in his unexpected eagerness, and meeting it with my own. I should have known by now that when it came to Jamie, it was better to go in without any expectations. He seemed to frequently defy mine.
The hard, merciless kiss from the dressing room faded away, relinquishing its title as The Kiss in my mind. There would be no more kisses with a capital K, because as his lips continued to press against mine, our tongues tangling in a tantalizing dance, I knew that I wanted to do this with him over and over again.
We were losing ourselves in each other. He moved his hands to my hips and dug into the soft flesh, pulling me closer. The extra friction against my nipples sent a wave of pleasure all the way down to my clit, and I moaned.
He made a strangled sound and pulled away. His lips glistened from our kiss. “Fuck.”
Seeing him lose control melted some cold part of me that I didn’t even know existed. Heat pooled between my legs. I’d never gotten particularly aroused with Jack. We’d simply gone through the motions. But now… I wanted Jamie.Reallywanted him.
JAMIE
I clutched Ivy’s hips as she moved against me, afraid that if I shifted my hands an inch closer to her ass, I’d lose the minuscule shred of control I still had. Resisting the urge to press her against a wall and fuck her senseless right here on the dance floor was one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
Then she twisted in my arms, and her thigh pressed right against my rock-hard cock. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she began to grind against me, her gaze never wavering from my face.
I shut my eyes and sucked in a breath.
If we didn’t stop this, I was going to come right inside my fucking pants. With difficulty, I peeled my body away from her. The ability to think slowly returned to me, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. “We shouldn’t do this.”
Her expression fell instantly. “Why not?”
