But the second she presses her body to mine, something inside me unspools—slow, vicious, and inevitable.
I don’t fucking dance.
I don’t do soft.
I don’t doneed.
Except with her.
She is the center of my universe. It’s been simmering for weeks—in every glance, every touch, every silent moment where I wanted nothing more than to pin her against a wall and kiss her until she forgot her own name.
We’ve been circling each other, teasing and testing, and now it’s a fucking blaze—completely out of control.
I knew when I agreed that this would be a problem. Something that would sink its teeth into me and refuse to let go.
Now I’m done pretending not to feel it.
Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt as she looks up at me. Her breath brushes my throat, and I know there’s no going back. If I touch her again, I won’t be able to stop.
Her big green eyes are wide and full of want, dissolving the last remaining grains of sanity I had left.
She presses her body farther into mine in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. Every sway of her hips lines us up perfectly. Every breathy laugh drags me further under.
And I hate how much I crave it.
How much I craveher.
I spin her, just to make her laugh again—because Ineedto hear it, because it’s the only thing that doesn’t make me want to tear something apart. When she lands against me, I lean in before I can talk myself out of it.
Her mouth grazes mine—barely a breath.
A whisper of what I want.
A threat of what I could do.
“Wesley…” she murmurs, lips brushing my jaw. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Torturing me.
My grip on her waist tightens and she looks up at me, her eyes shining, almost daring me to lose control.
“You’re gonna get us caught,” I rasp, though I’m the one who’s two seconds from risking it all right here on the dance floor.
My mouth betrays me, finding her throat. Her pulse jumps beneath my teeth and she lets out the smallest sound, pressing closer.
“Then stop me,” she breathes.
Fuck me.
The heat between us spikes, undeniable. Her thigh presses into mine and my control slips another inch. Every eye in the bar could be on us right now and I still wouldn’t stop.
I drag my mouth to her ear, voice low and rough. “If I don’t get you alone right now, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”
The music swells, bodies grinding all around us, but all I can see—all I can feel—is her. I can’t take it anymore.
Her sharp inhale is all the answer I need.
“Come with me.”
Her fingers lace through mine, and I drag her through the crowded bar.
