Page 12 of Hearts Storm

Before I can come up with another smart ass response, he dips his head, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. The contact sends a bolt of electricity straight to my core.

Grazing his teeth across my skin, he gives my shoulder a gentle nip. I gasp, arching against him.

His hands skim over me, fingers digging into the curve of my ass as he jerks me against him. I can feel every hard inch pressing into my stomach. The music pulses around us, but all I can focus on is how his lips feel on my skin.

“Better now?” he murmurs, voice a low rumble vibrating through my bones.

I bite my lower lip, not trusting myself to speak as he begins to move, rolling his hips against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me wanting to clench my thighs together. The friction is maddening, just enough to tease but not enough to quench the thirst.

“Answer me,” he commands.

Skimming a hand up my back, he tangles his fingers in my hair, nudging a thick thigh between by legs.

“Maybe,” I manage, voice breathier than I’d like.

Broody chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Liar, liar. Pants on fire.”

His grip on my ass tightens as he moves, grinding his thigh against my clit even harder. I can’t help the small moan that escapes when he hits just the right spot. The club might be bursting at the seams, but it feels like we’re in our own private world.

No doubt in my mind, if he keeps this up, I’m going to come right here in the middle of the dance floor.

His eyes hood at the sound, predatory gleam flashing, dark with lust. “Mmmm. Just what I like to hear.”

The song changes again, and the sea of people undulates all around us. Using the momentum to grind against me, he grips my hair, using it to tilt my head to the side, pressing his lips against my neck.

His chuckle is low as he growls, “Wanna get outta here?”

I should say no. Find my friends, make sure they’re okay. Go home. Alone. That would be the smart thing to do. The good girl thing.

But I’m not that girl. Not anymore.

“Sure. I just need to say goodbye to my friends,” I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder.

“Cool. I’ll go settle my tab.” He gives me a dark and sultry look. “Meet up at the bar?”

I nod.

As he makes his way back to the bar, I search the room for my two besties, until I finally spot them sitting at our reserved high-top in the corner.

Skin buzzing, I weave through the crowd.

Noting the look on my face, Mia grabs me by my upper arms, giving me a gentle shake. “Holy shit, you’re actually leaving with him, aren’t you?” she squeals.

Eyes wide with excitement, Ari rests her folded arms on the table and leans in. “We saw the whole thing. That man is fine as hell, and the way he was looking at you? Girl, I’d have followed him out of here the second he asked. Too bad the other one left.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually going home with him,” Mia adds with a shake of her head. “The Rey I know doesn’t do one-nighters.”

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

“Damn straight, girl!” Ari bellows.

“Wait.” Suddenly serious, Mia grabs my phone from my purse. “You need to share your location with us. Just in case he happens to be a serial killer.”

“Really, Mia?” I roll my eyes. “A serial killer?”

“Better safe than sorry,” Ari chimes in. Confiscating my phone out of Mia’s hand, she opens the location app. “Just drop a pin when you get to his place. And text us every hour.”

“Every hour?” I protest. “I’m not a child.”