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Oran turns me to face him. His unkempt hair makes him look approachable yet sexy, but the shadows from the soft light playing off his face gives me a mysterious glow. He takes the glass away, finishes the wine and places it on the nearby table.
Grabbing my hands, he pulls me to his chest then whispers, “Dance with me.”
“What?” The request makes me giggle although I’m willing to do anything that’ll allow me to touch him.
“Let’s put all the dance lessons they forced the Founders kids to take to use.”
“And the music?”
Oran smirks as he pulls his cellphone out of his pocket and selects a song.
Otis Redding’s Try a Little Tenderness plays. I light up because it’s my favorite song.
“I love this song!”
Oran cups my cheek and pecks my lips.
“I know.” Interweaving our fingers, he moves me until my swaying with him.
“How do you know?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he dismisses me.
I would argue but the full body press against his hard body is enough for me to “mind my business.”
Besides, his hand is in my robe and squeezing my booty.
“What did I tell you about these little ass shorts, Trophy?”
The roughness of his whisper is highlighted with a tinge of arou
sal has me grinding against him as Otis croons into the night air.
His sexual energy is so potent that I want it even when he’s not offering.
“I don’t recall.”
“Don’t play with me, Trophy.” His lips touch mine once more in a light, teasing kiss. His erection presses against my hip. “I’m trying to be nice and follow Otis’s advice. You’ll be fucked and not know how it happened.”
“Then you’re not listening to him. I’m pretty sure he says not to tease.”
Giving up on proper form, I run my hands up his chest, loving the way he feels under his t-shirt, until I lock my fingers in his hair. Oran’s cupid bow lips disappear when he flashes the smile that tells me he’s about to say something I won’t fully like.
“Somewhat. I won’t leave. I can try to be tender.” He rubs his hand down my ass to grip me behind my knee and pulls it up to his hip as he dips me. “But I will tease you and squeeze you.”
I try to take the kiss but he stands and spins me as the music picks up. Our lips meet when he spins me back into his arms. The teasing kisses are gone, leaving those deep panty wetting kisses.
“Fuck, Karessa,” he moans as he lifts me. My legs wrap around his hips as I grind on his dick through his pajamas. My breath hitches when his hands squeeze my ass hard. I feel the stones from the ledge of the balcony when he sits me on it.
The song switches to These Arms of Mine. I’ve never felt a song as much as I feel it now. Breaking the kiss, I stare into Oran’s eyes with all the longing seeping out of my pores.
Oran grips my thighs and aligns our bodies, causing me to shudder.
“Every time I think I have it under control, you fuck with my willpower.” He grabs my neck and licks my lips. “Your sweet body and eyes beg me to fuck you. I want you so damn bad that it fucks with my mind.” His forehead rests on mine as he squeezes his eyes shut. When he opens them again, he looks lustful yet pained as he takes a deep breath. “But refraining is for your benefit. Stay sane for both of us because I’ll take you to option A with no regrets.” He moves back and places me back on my feet. “Go to bed, Trophy.”
Chapter 25
Oran
