Neither was I.
I dropped my mouth to her ear again. “You good?”
She nodded frantically, her breath shaky. “You’re insane.”
“You like it though.”
“Unfortunately,” she whispered.
I sat back, thighs still on either side of hers, and raked my fingers through my hair like I’d just finished a workout. Then I looked at Austin, who was visibly pissed now, jaw tight, fists clenched.
I grinned like the smug bastard I was.
“That’s how you get a lap dance,” I said, voice just loud enough for the room to hear. “You earn it. You don’t beg for one.”
Laughter exploded. Kaan spilled his drink. A girl on the opposite side of the couch let out a breathless, “Holy shit.”
Alana covered her face with both hands like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.
I leaned down one more time, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Want another one in private with my clothes off?” I whispered, mostly joking.Mostly.
I was pretty sure the rumors tomorrow were going to be spectacular.
46
ALANA
Ididn’t know how to breathe.
Not really. Not afterthat.
Eden had given me a lap dance in front of half the damn party. And he’d done it like he meant every second—like every roll of his hips, every teasing brush of his hands, was just forme.
And maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t.
But either way, I was dead.
We didn’t talk on the drive back to my place. The silence between us was thick, and I couldn’t figure out if it was the good or the bad kind.
When we got inside, I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door, kicked off my shoes, and turned to him with a forced smile. “Do you want water? Tea? Something stronger?”
I just had to say something—anything.
“I’m good,” Eden said, stepping inside like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome here or not, which was insane considering we’d been doing this thing for months and had spent enough time in each other’s personal space that it should’ve felt normal by now.
But tonight… nothing felt normal.
We both settled onto the couch, a careful space between us like neither of us knew how to bridge it anymore. My skin was still buzzing where he’d touched me. My brain was stuck on a loop of the way he’d moved, the weight of him in my lap, his breath against my ear.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, breaking the silence.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He watched me for a long moment, then said, “You looked uncomfortable tonight. When Austin dared you to give him a lap dance.”
I glanced at him, heart thudding. “Because Iwasuncomfortable.”
