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I am the lion.
And I always catch my prey.
PARKER
Allison dragsme onto the dance floor, and the music shifts as soon as we step onto the polished concrete floor. It moves from quick and upbeat to a sultry tone. I’m not sure what to do since I don’t want to sexy dance with myself… or anyone, really.
I watch as a guy with short, dark hair brushes past me and heads straight toward Allison. He’s tall and broad. His arms and legs are lanky, though, like maybe he’s still in his early twenties. I don’t know what I’m even thinking becauseI’min my early twenties.
They begin to dance, and it’s hot. I can only see his back, but her eyes find me as she straddles his thigh and she widens them. Her lips part, and she smiles.
Oh, she likes him.
That’s good.
That is why we’re here.
Maybe I’ll be able to leave early if she’s already found what she is looking for.
I start to move off the floor, mainly because I’m not sexy dancing by myself, and I don’t want a random guy to shove his junk between my ass cheeks, so I’m going to sit down at our little pub table and maybe read on my phone app.
Taking one step backward, I feel a hard wall behind me. Then, two hands grip my hips, and warmth slides from my ears down my neck.
“Dance with me.”
It isn’t a question. It’s a demand, and it’s sexy as sin. I’m not someone who dances with random men, but I want to with this one. Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I start to turn around, but his fingers grip my hips tighter.
“No faces, just dancing.”
Why is that sexy?
I’m not sure, but it is. For the first time in my entire life, I throw a little caution to the wind and I dance with a stranger. He’s behind me. His torso presses against my back, his hands never leaving my hips, and inwardly, I beg for him to touch me, somewhere, anywhere.
He doesn’t.
The music stays sexy and sultry, each song after the next. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against his chest and turn my face into his neck. Inhaling like a total creep, I smell him, and hesmellsamazing.
His scent is a mix of spicy, rich alcohol, like whiskey, and an oak barrel with spices. I don’t know; it’s hard to pinpoint it exactly, but it’s perfect and masculine. It’s not overpowering—it’s sensual and sexy. It’s in control, just the way he is.
I don’t know how I got all of that from a few words, his hands gripping my hips, and his scent, but I did. I’m not sure how long we dance. It goes on for song after song after song. Then I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and I turn my head to look over and see Allison and her guy standing beside me.
“I’m going to head out. Are you good to get home?” she asks. “If not, he said he’d take you home.” She jerks her thumb toward the very handsome tall stranger beside her. My eyes widen. I flick my attention from her to him, then back to her.
“She’ll get home just fine,” the voice behind me growls.
Alarm bells start to ring. I open my mouth to tell Allison to not go anywhere with some guy she just met, but no words come out. Allison lifts her hand and waves before she hooks her arm in his, and together, they disappear into the crowd.
I try to take a step away from the brick wall that still has me held tightly to his body, but I can’t go anywhere. His fingers tense against my hips, and I feel his breath against my ear again. “I’ll make sure you get home safe, cupcake.”
Cupcake?
I don’t think anyone has ever, not ever, called me any kind of nickname.
Opening my mouth, I start to ask him how he’s going to make sure that I get home safely because there is no way in hell I’m going to go home with him. But before I can say a single word, he begins to whisper in my ear.
“A driver will be waiting for you outside after one more dance.”
One of his hands finally,finallyleaves my hip and slides up the center of my body, between my breasts and against my chest, before his fingers wrap around the front of my throat. At the same time, his lips touch the shell of my ear. A shiver of desire slides down my spine.
