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Chapter Eight
Maybe a little too up for it, Blake thought, taking her empty glass and setting it on the half counter that ran along the wall.
It was kind of cute that she’d remembered him saying that about fast dancing.
He led her out onto the dance floor and immediately turned her around, placing her back to him.
“You ready?” His lips almost brushed her ear so she could hear him.
If she replied, he didn’t hear, but she gave a small nod.
He slid his hand around to hold the softness of her abdomen and pull her flush against him.
She tensed again.
“Just relax.”
Her body gave a small shudder before she seemed to make a conscious effort to release the tension in her body. A moment later, she was all liquid movement with her body pressed to his.
Hell.
The feel of her ass rubbing against his crotch had the air seething out from between his teeth.
All the blood in his body rushed south.
Fuck. Do not get a hard-on. Do not get—
She reached back to place a hand on his hip and tilted her head back, leaving the pale curve of her neck almost as an offering.
And there it was. The damn hard-on. Son of a bitch.
Blake hissed out a breath and closed his eyes. Instinct took over, and he stopped overthinking. He just danced—if you could even call what was basically fully clothed sex on the dance floor “dancing.”
People all around them were doing the same thing. It shouldn’t have felt so stimulating.
And then, fortunately, it ended.
The song transitioned to something different, jarring them enough to move apart.
She turned and faced him. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright as they searched his. “Thanks.”
He couldn’t hear the word but saw her lips move as she backed away. Then she turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him motionless in a sea of grinding bodies.
A moment later, he caught sight of her by the bar talking with the same guy she’d been dancing with before him. They had to lean close to talk over the music.
Jealousy, quick and dark, stabbed him. Just a moment ago, he’d forgotten why she danced with him. Why he was even here. At that moment, she’d just been a woman he was attracted to. Could sleep with without guilt.
But now, watching her with the other guy, reality once again grounded him. She was still James’s little sister.
And I’m the guy helping her pick out her first lover.
Fuck. He was either the dumbest man on Earth or…
No, there was no “or.” Dumbest man on Earth, hands down.
The guy she was with took another shot, and Blake’s gut clenched with unease. Great, it looked like her Mr. Potential was drunk or pretty damn close.
That didn’t bode well for her night. If he brought it up, though, she’d probably see it as him sabotaging her again.
