Page 6 of Easy On Me

Touching him was like standing next to an electric fence, awareness buzzing everywhere we came into contact – chest, belly, thighs. My stomach clenched, and lower, I got all achy and swollen, and was I wet just from being close to him?

And that smell – warm male skin, beer, some nice cologne.

“Okay.” He looked down at me, eyes blown like he was on something, lips slightly parted. “You feel that, right?”

I felt something, hard and thick even through denim. Aware we weren’t even dancing, I held his gaze. “Yep.”

He swallowed, throat bobbing, and I considered licking him. I pressed closer, getting high off his pained grunt of arousal.

I slid my hand from his arm to his ribs, around his back and down to brush his belt, then dipped my fingers into his pocket. The man’s ass was like steel, and I swallowed a moan. “You want to get out of here?”

His eyes widened. Oh, my, he was cute. Then his face went taut, hand gripping my hip. I liked that, too, the feel of strong fingers digging in through my jeans.

“Hell, yes,” he rasped.

Spinning, I signaled Mags, my ass brushing his zipper, earning me that wounded exhale. I smiled, his hand a hard grasp on my hip.

This would be fun.

“Hey.” Maggie bounced up to us with a dazzling smile, her eyes bright.

“I’m leaving with him.”

“Okay.” She tugged her phone from her pocket and snapped a quick photo of us, then held out an imperious palm in Jase’s direction. “Hey, let me hold your phone.”

He passed it over, unlocked, and Maggie’s fingers flew over the screen as she texted herself. Satisfied, she handed it back.

“Have fun.” She kissed my cheek, then patted his, an impish light in her eyes. “Do everything I would do.”

Aware of his hard body behind me, his hand slipping around to cup my lower belly, I leaned back into him, excitement and desire pulsing beneath his hand, between my thighs.

Oh, as soon as I had him alone, I had absolutely every intention of doing everything.

Chapter Two

Jase

She was in my truck, this was really happening, and I didn’t know which would burst free first – my heart from my chest or my dick from my jeans.

I’d lost two games of pool to Tate, and I never lost, all because I’d clocked her as soon as we walked in and once she hit the dance floor, I couldn’t look away, couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

She was wild beauty, like a summer thunderstorm at the lake or a rangale of white tail bounding along the edge of a field.

And she was in my truck, the two of us headed to get naked together.

The idea had me about to come in my jeans like a teenager. I gripped the steering wheel and breathed deep, struggling to get my body under control when anticipation and wanting had my gut squirrelly and my balls heavy.

With a knowing glint in her hazel eyes, she smiled. Didn’t know what she was all smug about over there – I’d felt how her body reacted to me, especially when she pushed her ass against my fly and I touched her belly. That shiver ran all over her.

I blinked and forced my concentration back on the road. Lord, I was going to embarrass myself the first time–

Hell.

Thumping my thumb on the wheel, I shot a quick glance at her. “Do you have condoms or do I need to stop?”

“I do.”

“More than one?”