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“I did speak for myself. I told you I wasn’t interested. Take a fucking hint, douche.”
I step closer into the man’s chest, pushing back against him. I won’t back down. This guy chose the wrong girl to fuck with. I would never let anything happen to her.
“Get the fuck out of here, before I make you.” Fury overtakes me. I clench my fists, ready to throw the first punch if I have to. I start to raise my arm, ready to punch this man in his obnoxious ass face, but Charlie grabs me and holds me back. It takes me a second, but as soon as I feel her warm fingers wrap around my wrist, her skin on mine, I snap out of my rage.
Her hand slides into mine, tugging me toward her. “He isn’t worth it. Come dance with me.”
I’m about to say no, but I take one more look at the piece of shit guy in front of me and say fuck it. I won’t let anyone else touch her. Her grip on my hand tightens, making my brain short circuit from the contact. We’ve been careful not to touch each other up until now. I knew if I felt her soft skin on mine, I’d be a goner. I’d be unable to resist the sweet temptation that is Charlotte Reed.
I turn toward her, using our clasped hands as leverage to pull her toward me. I place our hands on my chest and wrap my other arm around her hips to pull her even tighter against me. A slow song plays on the overhead speakers. It’s just my fucking luck, but I’m not complaining. As soon as her hips touch mine, I groan at the chill that runs through my body.
The bourbon lowers my walls, allowing this sexy siren to slip her way in. Her hand wraps around my back as she looks up at me with a smile that almost knocks me off my feet. We sway to the beat, and my eyes take in every perfect feature on her face. I soak it all in because I’ve never had the chance to take her in from this close.
Before long, she places her head on my shoulder, bringing her body flush against mine. I fight to contain myself. One of my hands stays firmly planted on her hip and the other holds one of her hands. The worry from the day and the trial fades into the background the longer we move in sync with each other. She fits perfectly in my arms. I’m six-foot-two, and her head comes up to my collarbone. Her hips and ass are a perfect handful plus some for my large palms.
I itch to run my hands up and down her back, over and down that voluptuous ass. As though she can sense my thoughts, she looks up at me and gives me a smirk full of trouble. She runs her free hand up and down my back, teasing me as her fingers glide up to the back of my neck to toy with my hair.
I groan, leaning into her. I lower my head so my mouth is right at the shell of her ear. “What are you up to?” I turn to face her neck, placing my lips against her hot skin, but I don’t do anything else.
She sucks in a sharp breath, and her reply is so quiet I can barely hear her over the music. “This is something I’ve dreamed about doing for months now.” Her hips are tantalizing as they move to the beat, swiveling into mine.
Our breaths mingle, her pants driving me absolutely fucking wild. My heart practically pounds out of my chest. This woman will be the death of me. I can just feel it.
My hands slide down, coming dangerously close to the dip of her lower back and the flare of her rounded ass. That spot has haunted my dreams. It’s one I want to worship. She scoots even closer to me, our hips swaying together as we move to the beat of the music.
“Do you need help finding my ass? Or are you just going to continue to tease me?”
Her questions force me to pull my head away so I can look into her beautiful face. I take in her dilated pupils, her need barely contained.
My control snaps. I slide my hand down over her ass and squeeze. My cock grows impossibly hard. There’s no way she can’t feel it.
She groans, then sighs, pushing her hips into me even more. She grinds against my straining cock. If we weren’t in a public place, I’d bend her over right now and smack this perfect ass of hers right before I thrust inside her bare.
My thoughts run wild. Her scent is too strong, her ass too perfect. She runs her hand back up to grab a fistful of my hair, tugging hard.
“Kiss me, Andrew.” It isn’t a question. It’s a demand.
I only hesitate for a second. All the reasons why this can’t happen are suddenly a distant afterthought with the bourbon clouding my judgment. However, I know that’s just an excuse to do what I’ve wanted to do since the day I met her. I know exactly what I’m about to do and where it will lead, and I don’t fucking care anymore.
I lean down, my lips crashing into hers. It isn’t soft. It isn’t gentle or romantic. It’s hot and heavy, passionate and unrelenting. I grab the back of her head, taking a handful of her hair and gripping tight.
Her long, pained moan in my mouth only fuels the fire. She lets go of my other hand to reach up and pull my head closer to her. Like she can’t get enough, either.
It’s by far the best fucking kiss of my life. My nerve endings go haywire. I can’t think straight. Hell, I can barely breathe.
My tongue demands entry, and she all but sucks it into her mouth, welcoming me with just as much desire and unhinged passion.
Both my hands move to her ass again, cupping it and lifting. Prompting her to follow my lead. She wraps her legs around my hips as I lift her. Her ass is firmly in my hands as her hips grind against me right here on the dance floor while men and women alike watch.
I growl into her mouth, and it takes a colossal effort for me to break away from her. “Not here.” I don’t want any one of these fuckers to see this side of her.
“We can go to my hotel. It’s right down the street.” I give a curt, stiff nod before heading toward the exit with her still in my arms. She giggles. “As much as I enjoy this, I can walk.”
“What if I don’t want you to?”
“Put me down, big guy. You can carry me around when we’re alone all you want.”
She squirms in my arms, only increasing the friction and making my cock even harder. God, what the hell is it going to feel like when I’m finally inside her? I’m unsure I’ll be able to handle it.
