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“Just the two of us, then.” My fingers brush over her arm, and I feel the slight shiver that goes through her. “Do you like dancing?”
She nods. Her gaze is fixed on mine, and I see the flutter of her pulse in her throat. I want to run my hands all over her, feel that silky fabric under my palms, and then the soft skin underneath. From where I’m standing, I can see a glimpse of her cleavage in the tight blue dress, and I can imagine her breasts in my hands, soft and small against my fingertips.
I tug her towards the dance floor, and she follows. The music is a heavy beat, vibrating against the soles of my feet and up through my body. Amalie is already swaying to it before we’ve even made our way into the crush of bodies on the dance floor. Once there, it’s all-consuming—there’s no chance of hearing anything over it, no chance of doing anything other than letting it flow through us, the colored lights weaving over the bouncing, swaying, grinding people crammed together as the music intensifies.
Amalie turns her back to me as she moves against me, and my hands go instinctively to her hips. The way she moves is intoxicating, more so than any drink I’ve had tonight, the curves of her ass rubbing against me tantalizingly as she moves to the beat. Within moments, I’ve forgotten about any other woman I had here with me tonight—I’ve forgotten aboutanythingother than her, the way she feels, the sweet smell of her perfume, the way her hair drifts against my neck as she tilts her head back, briefly resting it on my shoulder. She dances like she was born to be out here, carefree and confident, and all I can think about is what it would be like to have her in my bed. Every movement of her hips has my cock twitching, hardening, a slow, hot ache spreading through me, more intense than anything I can remember feeling in recent memory. She feels fucking incredible against me, and all I want is to get her back into my room.
“Let’s get out of here.” I lean down, murmuring it against her ear, and for a moment, I don’t think she’s heard me—until she turns, her chin tilting up as her arms wrap around my neck. She presses against me, hips writhing against mine to the beat until I’m so hard it fucking hurts. I can tell from the way she’s moving that she knows it, that she’s purposefully teasing me.
Amalie goes up on her tiptoes, her fingers scratching lightly against the back of my neck as she presses her lips close to my ear, sending a hot shiver through me. “Bored already?” she whispers, and a surge of desire floods me, my hand gripping her hip hard. For a moment, I think it might betoohard, that I might frighten her, but I could swear that even over the pounding music, I hear her gasping moan.
I catch her jaw in my other hand, thumb caressing the side of it as I hold her gaze. “Not even a little bit,” I assure her. And then, there in the middle of the teeming crowd, I crush my mouth against hers.
She tastes like lemon and the sharp bite of vodka; she smells like sugar. It’s enough to make my teeth ache with the sweetness of it; the rest of me aches with a need more intense than anything I’ve felt before. My hand on her hip holds her there, her body still moving to the music, against me, and I have the sudden, driving desire to take her here, to push her up against the nearest surface and fuck her where everyone else can see. Her lips are soft and warm against mine, and if her kiss feels a little clumsy, I don’t think anything of it. We’ve both had a little to drink, and I take control of the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth as her lips part and devouring her exactly the way I want to.
Ifeelher moan this time, the sound vibrating against my lips, and my hand slips into her hair, around the back of her head, holding her mouth to mine. “Come back to my suite with me,” I groan against her lips. “Let’s fucking get out of here.”
I grind against her once more, driving the point home, and I feel her shiver at the hard pressure of my cock against her thigh. She nods as she breaks the kiss, clearly breathless, and I grab her hand, steering her out of the crowd and towards the entrance of the club. I already have my phone out, texting the driver I rented for the week, and I see Amalie has her phone out, too.
“I’m just telling my friend where I’m going,” she explains as we step out into the warm, humid night air. “Where are you staying?”
I give her the name of the hotel, glancing around for my car. “Tell your friend you’ll be back in the morning.” I reach for Amalie, pulling her against me as I say it. I have the deep, aching feeling that I can’t bear to not have her skin touching mine for more than a moment. “Maybe we’ll even have breakfast before I send you back.”
“Is the breakfast me?” She giggles, her lips finding mine again, and I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t spend the night with women, not since—
I shove the thought away as the car pulls up to the curb. I’m not interested in entertaining ghosts, not tonight.Especiallynot tonight, not with a warm, flesh-and-blood woman in my arms who makes me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of.
The moment we’re in the car, I waste no time. “Take us back to my hotel,” I tell the driver, putting up the partition, and I reach for Amalie, pulling her across the leather seats towards me. There’s no hesitation now—she melts in my hands as I bring her mouth back to mine, and I feel assured, unequivocally, that I made the right choice in leaving with only her.
I’d rather have her in my bed tonight than any other woman in Ibiza.
3
AMALIE
My head is spinning.
As David kisses me, his mouth hard and hot against mine, I try to scramble to organize my thoughts, to make sure this is what I want before I’m in his room and in his bed. I feel as if I’ve been quite literally swept off of my feet, and his kisses make it hard to think.
I didn’t want my first time to be an orgy—which is exactly what it looked like he was setting up for himself, with all of those women around him. It wasn’t that I objected to a three—or more—some on principle, but the idea of being the only inexperienced one was so daunting that it took all I had not to quite literally run away. So I finished my drink, thanked him, and went to leave.
I didn’t expect him to follow. And I didn’t expect everything that happened after that.
His kisses take my breath away. I feel as if I quite literally can’t catch a breath as he pulls me across the leather seats and onto his lap, so that I’m straddling him in the back of the car, my dress pushed up high on my thighs as his fingers slide up my leg.
It’s a mirror of what Claire was doing with Jean earlier, and if I had enough presence of mind to think about it, I might find it ironic.
No one has ever kissed me so expertly, his mouth dragging over mine, teeth grazing over my lip before his tongue slides into my mouth, hot and insistent as his fingers wind through my hair. It feelsgood, so fucking good, until I’m throbbing with a desire more intense than I’ve ever felt. I lose myself in the kisses, in the sharp taste of alcohol on his tongue, the spicy scent of his cologne mingling with the sweet smell of mine, mixing with the scents of warm skin and cool leather in the car until I’m dizzy with all of it.
His hand slides higher on my thigh, fingers brushing against the soft skin, and I moan. I can’t help it. I feel myself clench with desire, my hips rolling of their own accord as his hand climbs up my leg, and I wonder if I should stop him. Kissing is as far as I’ve ever gone—should I be letting this happenhere, in the back of his car? Should I ask him to wait until we get to his room? Pretend to be shy because of the driver?
I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin. But more than that, I’m not sure that I reallycareabout any of that. I don’t care if the driver hears. I’m not sure I want to wait until we get to the room, for any reason other than that I think I’msupposedto want to wait.
I’m in fucking Ibiza,I think as David’s hand tightens in my hair and his mouth crushes against mine again, his groan vibrating against my lips as his fingers graze against the front of my silky panties.I have my whole life to do this in a bedroom. I want the full experience before I can never have it again.
So I give myself over to it. I cling to his shoulders, my tongue tangling with his as his fingers nudge my panties aside, and the gasp that I let out when I feel his fingertips slide over the outside of my folds shudders through my entire body.
“Fuck.” David rubs his fingers back and forth, not quite delving inside yet. “All soft and bare. Youwerelooking to get fucked tonight, with a bare pussy like this, weren’t you?” He drags my mouth back to his. “Dirty girl,” he growls against my lips, and then his fingers slip between my folds.
