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“And what?” I growled. “Being groped by—"
“Mental institution material,” the guy interrupted.
I squinted my eyes and gave him a look that could kill. “Who the fuck are you?”
“José.” He held out his hand. As if I would shake it. He retracted it and rolled his eyes while he retorted, “Question, how long did it take to get out of your straight jacket?”
“Burned up when I took the stairs down to hell to grab my car keys and wallet.”
“Ares…” Dita turned her head as far as I allowed, only so I could look into her hazel eyes. God, she was beautiful. Mad or not, my dick stirred. “Not tonight. You don’t belong here.”
“That’s debatable.”
“Really?” She drily asked.
I shrugged, and my gaze settled on her lips as they pursed in the cutest way. My presence couldn’t be more obvious. “Yeah, because you’re here.”
She seemed to be stunned for a second but quickly morphed back into annoyance. My hand still clasped the column of her neck but lost its tightness. She could move around all she wanted, yet she stayed put with her back against my chest.
Her hips moved. A zing struck my balls. I cursed internally.José gauged me, now looking at a guy who was too enthralled with the girl moving me to a rhythm. Hell if I knew what song was playing.
Dita spoke for us, “I’ll see you in a bit, José.”
“You sure?”
“We’re practically dry-fucking on the dance floor. What do you think?” I sneered before flattened my tongue behind her ear.
“I am, José,” Dita dodged my snippy remark. She let one hand wander toward my nape, pulling at the roots of my hair. “I can handle it. He’s fine.”
“More than fine now that I’m holding you, actually,” I corrected her, and felt a shiver vibrate through her spine.
Her ass brushed my crotch with fervent skill. I withheld from pinching her airway closed, craving only to kiss that lower lip she’d undoubtedly clasped between her teeth.
I held José’s stare while I kissed her hot flesh and could no longer hide a smirk.
“I’m keeping an eye on him.” He flipped his eyes to Dita and slowly backed away, still unsure if he should leave her with me, before fully blending into the crowd.
Right fucking choice. His company was unwanted, especially because Dita and I both were at war with our bodies. She craved mine, and I craved hers.
Won this round, motherfucker, but it was the sweetest torture all the same. I hadn’t thought this through. Dita in the sexiest dress. Her scent that enveloped me. Familiar and finally giving me a sense of relief since she’d left.
The way she coordinated her body against mine enhanced the tingling I’d come to associate with the girl in my arms. It had spread from my lower belly to the entire upper region, but right now I doubted if I could handle the entirety of who she was and what she did to me.
There was no way she didn’t feel me hardening by now.
The song changed into a dirtier one—if that was even possible. The bass vibrated through our bodies. It seemed as if my heart pumped even faster, harder.
While her nails dug into my skin, I welcomed the stinging pain and kissed her bare shoulder. I licked a path to the underside of her ear, and weaved my fingers through her hair. I grabbed a fistful of thick locks then pulled her head back to whisper promising words against her lips, “Mine, Dita. If you haven’t learned by now, I don’t see any other option than to show you again.”
As if subconsciously defeated, she tilted her chin, and if I hadn’t backed up, her mouth would’ve slanted on mine. She looked furious, but if she thought she’d get what she wanted, she was dead wrong.
I’d expected her to lash out, make me look like a freak in the midst of this dance floor. Instead, her tongue darted out and licked the seam of my lips. I growled. I couldn’t control the corner of my mouth from lifting into an awed smile. She never disappointed me. Around her, I was caught off guard half of the time.
I let go of her hair and dipped my hand to trail her spine with my knuckles. “Careful, sweetness.”
Everything about her felt so savory, my purest sin.
And right now—fuck! —right now, she made me regret the choice of confronting her at Salsation.
