Page 29 of Body of Trust

My mouth parts to tell him just that. Instead, I find myself smiling. “I would, but something tells me you’d just follow me tomorrow.”

His brow rises, like he didn’t expect that. “Is that good or bad?”

“Both,” I breathe.

His grip tightens as his lips collide with mine. He tastes like mint, and pure man. I lose myself in the way his tongue slips against mine, savoring it with a draw of his lips before going back for more.

Jesse doesn’t just kiss with his mouth. He devours with his hands and hips.

His lips are as tempting as the devil.

His touch is as gentle as a saint.

Both heaven and hell are in thou soul of this man. In this moment, on this dance floor, I’ll follow him to either afterlife

The bulge of his erection presses into my belly as a moan drifts from deep inside my soul. Teeth, tongue, hands, lips, we devour each other on the dance floor. I push my body against his, feeling the hard ridges, and melting into them.

I lose myself in his embrace until he breaks away. His gaze is stormy, filled with guilt and lust, then suddenly break away.

His eyes do a quick surveillance of the room. The fog has lowered, and the dance floor is still packed with people lost in their own dances. Sienna is to the side now. She doesn’t seem to have noticed our moment.

“I have to get you out of here,” he says, and I move my hand to my lips, confused. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

His hand slides against mine as he lightly pulls me toward Sienna and taps her on the shoulder. He speaks into her ear, and her face twists in concern.

Sienna steps away from her dance partner and turns to me. Her hands are on my shoulders as she moves me toward the back of the club.

“Where are you going?” Jesse asks.

She turns back to him like he’s crazy. “To the restroom. Where else?”

Sienna pulls me by the arm, and Jesse follows.

“You can go at home!” he shouts.

“Jeez. That’s, like, a thirty-minute drive. What’s with you?” she asks, annoyed. “Give us five, and then we’re out of here.”

He curses to himself as he puts his hands on his hips, looking like he’s keeping himself from punching the wall. “Two,” he warns.

She sticks her tongue out at him and pulls me to the back of the restroom line. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Jesse said you’re sick and you need to go home. That’s why I rushed you to the restroom.”

I look out the door to see Jesse is leaning against the wall about ten feet away, like he’s guarding the entrance.

If he told Sienna I’m sick, it must have been for a good reason. At least, I hope it was.

“Yeah. I’m feeling queasy, so if it’s okay, can we just get out of here?”

“Yeah. It’s cool,” she says. “I have to pee like a racehorse. We’ll use the ladies’ room and then bounce. My dance partner was totally a meh kisser,” she says as we move up in the short line.

It’s a coed restroom, so there are men and women around us.

Sienna nudges me in the side. “I see you and Jesse decided to break the no-fraternization rule,” she sings.

“We were just dancing. It wasn’t anything.”