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Noah sighed against my hair, inhaling deeply, his whole body shuddering against my back. “I like this side of you,” he rasped against my cheek.

I pushed back into him, grinding deliberately against his hard-on, watching his face over my shoulder. His lips parted, hisses of pleasure escaping him. He looked wrecked.

“You do?” I asked.

He answered with an open mouthed kiss to my throat, his tongue darting out to trace the length of my neck all the way up to my ear lobe. I moaned, unable to control the desire that began clouding my senses. I was losing my mind.

Although it seemed shallow, right then, I was ready to surrender to anything Noah wanted. And I wasn’t going to feel bad about it at all.

NOAH

Everything felt fucking fantastic—the heat of her body seeping through my clothes, the way her ass bumped against me every time she moved, the sweat trailing down my spine that I could’ve been from the drugs or her. I was floating above the world, anchored only by the heat of her skin against mine and the ache that had my cock straining painfully against my zipper.

I was already pretty reckless sober, but tonight the drugs had stripped everything away. Leaving me starving. Having Delane pressed against my chest was driving me insane, and my high had this urgency to it. It kept telling me that I was running out of time.

I had to act now.

I groaned, frustrated as hell. My whole body ached for her. I was hard as fuck, pulsing against her, and she had to feel it. There was no way she couldn’t. She was being a pretty little tease.

My grip on her hips tightened involuntarily. She needed to know how I was going to handle that.

We were both panting when the song ended. I spun her around and her eyes locked on mine. Surely, she could see the lust in my eyes staring back at her—I couldn’t hide it if I tried. I shifted my weight, pulling her snuggly against my chest, arm linking around her waist. I kissed her deeply and she melted into my grasp. I could’ve stayed there, pressing my tongue into her mouth for the next five songs, but to my disappointment, she pulled back from the kiss way too soon.

“Hi,” she breathed, her lips parted, flushed and gorgeous.

“Hi,” I managed, my voice broken and gravelly, my whole body shaking with my need, the chemicals and her. Too much. And yet not even enough.

The crowd surged around us as the next track dropped, dancers pressing closer than ever before. People were basically shoulder to shoulder, just walls of bodies moving to the beat. I used the cover of the mob to pull her even tighter, my hand sliding down from her waist to grip her ass. I lifted her slightly, wedging my knee between her thighs so she was basically riding my leg. She gasped, her hands taking refuge on my shoulders to keep her steady.

Fuck. Keeping her in this position made what I wanted just within reach. I could feel her warmth even through our clothes.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Even though she asked the question, her eyes told me the answer: She didn’t care.

She wanted me to fuck her, and I was never one to disappoint. I knew that pussy was wet for me.

I kissed her again, roughly this time. I answered her previous question with a tease of my fingers, dragging them down the front of her dress slowly, until they reached her thighs. Soon her hands were pressing on my chest.

“Everyone’s watching,” she panted, trying to catch her breath. She was looking around cutely, her embarrassment showing even in the darkness of the club.

“No they’re not,” I murmured against her ear. “They’re all fucked up like us.”

Granted, I might have been too honest there. I knew Delane hadn’t taken any drugs. Hell, she had barely taken a drink. But I was fucked up, and I wasn’t hiding it anymore. She was going to see the real me at some point. Why lie anymore?

“And even if they were,” I added, my hand sliding up her back slowly. “I don’t fucking care. I need to touch you.”

My other hand stayed at her thighs, fingertips catching the edge of her dress. I was shaking, but not from my nerves. The drugs had my coordination shot, and I was fucking desperate to be inside of her. Any way I could.

I slipped beneath her dress, finding her panties, stroking her through the thin fabric. Her breath hitched, and it was music to my ears. I’ll be damned if those thighs didn’t open up even more for me to slide through. I paused for a moment, but she didn’t stop me. My mouth found her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and I finally pushed the damp cotton out of the way, my middle finger sliding inside of her.

She was soaked, and the realization made my cock jerk against her stomach. I found her clit, swollen and sensitive, circling it with my thumb as we continued to sway with the music. My finger slid in and out of her so easily because of how horny she was. The volume in the club was so loud it masked the wet sounds of my fingers working her and the ragged breaths she tried to suppress against my collarbone.

“Noah,” she whimpered, her hips grinding into my hand.

“Bad girl,” I growled into her ear.

I pressed deeper, adding a second finger inside her tightness now, curling them up in just a way that made her eyes roll back. The songs changed and the crowd only intensified, bodies surrounding us from every angle, anonymous and sweating, no one paying attention to my hand moving beneath her dress, to the way she was clinging to me, her nails drawing lines down my back.