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I nod, taking my drink from him and taking a sip before I set it down on the bar. “In a minute.”
“Need liquid courage, huh?” he asks, studying my face as he sits down on one of the barstools and pulls me between his legs. I nod.
“Maybe just a little bit.” I laugh. “This isn’t my usual scene.”
He shakes his head, his hands slipping up under my dress and gripping my back of my upper thighs, just below my ass. “No, but I’m a big fan.”
“I think you’re just a fan of anything that lets you get your hands on me.”
“Mm,” he hums, squeezing my thighs ever so slightly. “You’re not wrong. Did you miss me?”
I arch a brow. “I saw you yesterday.”
“Baby,” he says, grinning and pulling me closer. “I’m very aware of the last time I saw you. That’s not what I asked. Did… you… miss… me?”
He leans in, his lips hovering above mine and my brain short circuits. All I can think about is how close he is to me, how good he smells and how badly I want him to kiss me.
“Yes.”
His lips find mine and he lets out a hum of approval as he flicks his tongue against mine, teasing me just before he pulls away. “Good girl.”
“What?” I say with a laugh. “For giving you the answer you want.”
He shakes his head. “For being honest.”
“You don’t know that,” I fire back. “Maybe I am just telling you what you want to hear.”
His grip on my tights tightens and he pulls me closer until every inch of my body is pressed against him. “What I want to hear, Lennon, is the truth. Always. What is it you said to me last night? Just be real?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. My mind is mush. All I can think about is how he felt inside me, the way he commanded my body with ease and yet, took care of me better than anyone else had before. Sex with Dalton was a profoundly different experience and damn him for using my own words against me.
“So be real with me too, baby.” He nips at my bottom lip and I let out a whimper.
“Okay.” My voice is breathless and his lips curve into a smile against mine, victory shining in his eyes. He just won. I have no fucking clue what he just won but there is no doubt in my mind that he came out of that triumphant.
“Lenny,” Morgan calls, jerking my attention away from the tempting man in front of me. She waves toward the dance floor. “Let’s go dance.”
I nod before returning my gaze to Dalton. “Come dance with me?”
“You think I’d let you go out there without me?” he asks, arching a brow and I shake my head as I take a step back and grab my drink from the bar, downing the rest of it. He watches me set it back down. “You want another?”
I shake my head. “Later. Let’s go dance.”
Taking his hand, I lace my fingers through his and we head over to the dance floor. The music is loud, pumping through the room like an entire separate entity. The skylight above the dance floor lets the moonlight flood the space but it’s slightly cloudy tonight so it gives it a darker and sexier feel. As soon as we’re in the middle of the dance floor, I turn away from Dalton and he pulls me closer, molding my body to his as we begin to sway to the beat. His hands start on my hips but quickly begin to roam and his breath is on my neck.
I let out a little moan, unable to stop myself.
God, he feels good.
“You’re a witch,” he whispers in my ear and I smile as I lean my head back on his shoulder, continuing to dance.
“Am I?”
He nods, nipping at my bare neck. “You have me under your spell.”
“I like you under my spell,” I admit and the confession makes me pause for just a second but we fall back into rhythm with no trouble at all. The heat of his breath on my skin sends goosebumps racing across my flesh.
“Do you?” he asks, his fingers trailing across my belly like he wishes he were touching my bare skin.
