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“Yes,” she moans when I press my finger against her clit.
I replace my finger with the heel of my hand and grind it against her. She drops her chin to her chest and lets out a soft moan, her eyes peeking at me under her lashes. I lean forward and tug on her bottom lip before sealing my mouth over hers. Her hand leaves my wrist and tangles in my hair, tugging my head closer.
I pull back but keep my face close to hers. “Go out there and dance for me again. Like you did that night.”
She blinks slowly, a smile appearing on her face. She bends to kiss my lips before getting up and walking across the dance floor, the material of her skirt swishing against her ass as she walks. She stops about fifteen feet in front of me, about as much distance as there was the other night.
Keeping her back to me, she slowly sways her hips back and forth. I run my eyes from her heels up her gorgeous legs, over her sexy ass, the tanned skin of her partially exposed back, to her neck. She lifts her arms and trails them up her sides and underneath her hair, where she lifts it off her shoulders, then lets it slide back down through her fingers.
The song that’s playing is soft and made for seduction.
She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder, shooting me a wink that goes straight to my dick.
She drops her hands to her sides and slowly starts sliding up the material of her skirt. My eyes focus on the material, anticipation making my palms sweat. Blindly, I reach for my last shot and tip it back without breaking my eyes away from her.
Her hands stop right as the material reaches the bottom of her ass cheeks. With her hips still moving seductively, she turns to face me, and fuck if the look she sends my way doesn’t wreak havoc on my body. It’s the fucking sexy smirk she’s wearing. It makes me want to prowl over to her, wrap her mile-long legs around my waist, and impale her on my cock.
One hand slides up her ribs and stops just below her tit, while the other slides under her hair. Closing her eyes, she tips her head back, then trails her hand down her neck. My palm goes to my cock, and I rub it through the denim, needing some kind of fucking relief.
This woman drives the sanity right out of me.
My eyes clock Wyatt, the same guy she was talking to last night, walking toward Emberleigh. She doesn’t see him, so when he stops at her back and her senses make her aware of his presence, her body goes stiff. She looks over her shoulder at him, then back to me. I tip my chin up, letting her know I want him there. Wyatt sees the interaction between her and me and knows exactly what I’m looking for. He’s been on the exhibition end of my desires a few times.
Emberleigh’s eyes stay locke
d on mine as Wyatt wraps his big hands around her waist. One continues around to rest on her stomach. With his hands on her, he moves them to the slow music. She leans her body back against his, and his face goes into her neck, where I see him running his nose up the slender column, taking in her sweet scent.
My body coils tight as I keep my eyes on Emberleigh. Seeing the flush on her face and the way her body rocks against Wyatt makes my blood pump double time in my veins.
Her mouth drops open, and I know she’s moaning when he starts kissing along her neck. His thumb moves back and forth, and with each swipe, it moves higher until it’s gently rubbing her nipple. Even from where I’m sitting and with the low lights, I can see her nipples turn pebble hard.
I get up from my seat and slowly make my way toward them. The closer I get, the heavier Emberleigh’s breathing gets. I fucking love that she wants me so much. After two years of watching this woman, of jacking off while watching her from my window, of wondering what she felt like, tasted like, smelled like, it really jacks up my need for her.
I stop when I’m only a foot away and stare at her. She stares back with her stunning eyes. Sweat glistens on her skin, giving her a shimmery glow. I want to lick her from head to toe and lap up every single drop.
I place a finger at her lips and rub it over the seam. When her lips part, I slip it inside. I hiss out a breath when her warm tongue meets the tip. I grit my teeth when she nips at it gently, then starts sucking. The fuck I wouldn’t give to have my finger replaced with my cock.
Leaving her luscious mouth, I trail my finger over her chin, down her neck, to the valley between her breasts. I glide my finger to the edge of her bra underneath her shirt, then dip it inside until I meet her taut nipple. Her breath hitches, and I tip my lips up.
Wyatt works his hand down her stomach until he reaches the bottom of her shirt. I watch his thumb slip beneath the material and feel his eyes on me, silently asking for permission. I meet his eyes and jerk my chin up. Slowly, his hand moves upward.
I lift my eyes back to Emberleigh’s. Taking a step closer, I bend at the knees, grip the back of one of her thighs, and lift her leg to hook over my hip. Her eyes widen in shock at the sudden movement and her hands grip my shirt at my lower stomach. With the new position, I feel the heat of her pussy. I groan, and lift her leg higher, which makes her lean back further against Wyatt. My fingers slip beneath her panties as I cup her ass cheek and grind her against the front of my jeans.
I bare my teeth with the sweet sensation of having her against me. With my other hand, I cup the back of her head, fisting my hands in her hair, and drag her mouth to mine. Her chest meets mine, and I feel Wyatt’s hand moving between us as he continues to play with her tit.
Emberleigh whimpers against my lips and my dick jumps, begging to break through the material and enter the warm wetness on the other side.
Wyatt’s male scent has me lifting my head and looking at him over her shoulder. His eyes blaze with need, and I’m sure he wants her damn near as much as I do.
His voiced question barely reaches my ears over the music. “You gonna let me fuck her?”
My eyes narrow and red seeps into my vision. The thought of Wyatt putting his dick in Emberleigh makes my blood pump with rage. Which is fucked-up because I normally get off on that shit.
Feeling Emberleigh’s lips against my neck calms some of the anger that suddenly grips me. I bend and lift her other leg so she’s completely straddling my waist. Her arms band around my neck.
“Not tonight,” I grunt at Wyatt.
The sudden need to be away from him and have her all to myself has me turning on my heel with her still in my arms and stalking off the dance floor. I don’t stop until I’m out the doors of Blackie’s. There, I do stop and contemplate my next move. I can’t take her back to my place because it’s too much of a damn coincidence that we live across from each other.
