Page 87 of Hearts Storm

Sucking in a breath, his eyes widen when they land on me. “Jesus Christ,” he rasps.

Jaw dropping, his eyes flare with heat as he takes me in from head to toe, inch my torturous inch.

Blowing out a breath, he visibly gulps, reaching up to grip the back of his neck, looking at me from under his lashes.

“Yeah. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep things very friendly tonight, Pretty. Not with you in that dress.”

Stepping into me, he slides his hands over my hips, brushing his fingers up my bare spine, and in that moment, my breath... ceases to exist.

Shit, he smells so freaking good, I’m almost certain his cologne is killing every functioning brain cell I’ve got.

Heat floods my cheeks. “You clean up pretty good yourself.”

His next words are spoken as a soft growl. “Turn around.”

I spin slowly, feeling his eyes burn into every inch of exposed skin.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, moving in close, words rough against my ear as the tips of his fingers trace the line where fabric meets flesh. “You’re going to torture me the whole freakin’ night.”

His fingers trace a slow, deliberate path up the length of my spine, sending shivers rippling.

Then, gripping my shoulders, he gently spins me back around to face him, hands settling on my hips with a firm, possessive grip.

His eyes drop to my chest, tongue gliding, slow and deliberate, across his bottom lip.

“What would you say,” he murmurs, dropping his tone, making my knees weak, “if I told you it wouldn’t hurt for us to be a teensy bit late?”

Heat floods my core, but I trample it down. “Uh, uh, Smirky. I didn’t glam myself up for nothing.”

“Oh, it definitely wouldn’t be for nothing.”

Eliminating what little space remains, he gently grazes his thumb over my bottom lip and smirks.

Fuck. A. Duck.

Then he takes a step back. “You’re right. It’ll be so much more fun to ride this out. Who knows how this night could end.”

One side of my mouth kicks up, catching his gaze. “Exactly,” I murmur. “Good things come to good little boys who wait.”

“Is that right?” Lifting a hand to cup the side of my face, he leans in, brushing his lips over my ear. “Lemme let you in on a little secret, Rey.” He nips my earlobe and my nipples harden instantly. “Filthy and depraved things come to slutty little brats who only delay the inevitable.”

My body. Is Jell-O.

Taking a step back, he offers me his arm. “Ready to cause some trouble, Pretty?”

I slip my hand through the crook of his elbow, trying to ignore the electric current zapping into my throbbing clit. “You know it.”

The drive to the Lakeside Community Center is filled with sexual tension. Brex keeps his hand on my thigh, drawing lazy circles with his thumb making it hard for me to focus on anything else.

When we arrive the parking lot is packed, so Brex pulls up to the valet instead.

Tossing the attendant his keys, he helps me down, hand lingering at the small of my back as we make our way toward the entrance.

“Remember,” he whisper-shouts. “Just friends.”

“Right,” I whisper-shout back with a grin. “Very friendly friends.”

His chuckle makes me feel all squishy as we step inside.