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I tossed my towel on the bed and shoved one leg into my jeans. What did I want from her? A relationship? I laughed, a mirthless sound. God, no. Sex? God, yes. But it was more than that. I didn’t know for sure, just that Iwanted. And whatever that something was, I wanted it from her. Only her.
Three months in and I’d already screwed up. Hence, I was here by myself wondering where she took off to.
I yanked a gray Henley out of the clean clothes hamper I’d yet to fold and pulled it over my head.
My brother was going to kill me, but I had to call in a favor. I hoped Trish was on board to help me out.
This wasn’ther kind of place.
The thought was rich, considering I didn’t really know her at all. But the thumping bass and throngs of bodies mashed together weren’t Easy. She’d like a dim bar with a softer music so she could actually have a conversation.
I scanned through the backlit club. This wasn’t my kind of place, either. Leather and lace abounded on men and women who hopped around like the music pumped straight into their veins.
Suddenly, I felt like an old man. There was a time when I would have eaten this scene up, been right in the thick of it with all these people. Now, I just wanted to find Baker and go home with her.
This was like finding a needle in a haystack. Thank goodness I was a patient man.
I circled the perimeter, checking the few tables and the parts of the dance floor I could see. She was nowhere to be found.
I scaled a set of stairs and pushed my way to the railing of a balcony.
Like a beacon, my eyes landed on her in the center of everything. Her hands lifted above her head and she moved with a sensuality that had me leaning closer. I couldn’t take my gaze from her. That red dress glowed under the lights. She tossed her head back as if drinking in the scene. Gathering strength or peace or maybe a little bit of both.
Guess I was wrong. This was definitely her kind of place.
My feet were moving before I realized it. Back on the main level, I snaked my way to the middle of the dance floor until Baker was in my sights. Her smile lit me up, but as I caressed down her body with my eyes, I had to get my temper in check. Hands that most definitely didn’t belong to her gripped her hips.
I closed the distance between us. Her eyes rounded when they found me before they dared me to take what I wanted.
“Easy On The Eyes,” I murmured in her ear as I slid a hand between her back and her dance partner.
I gently pried her away from him, pulling her body flush with mine. Heat streaked through me, possession hot on its heels.
A glare came at me from over her shoulder, but I had zero regrets when she relaxed in my hold. I fired a look back that left no room to doubt she was mine. The guy shrugged and started dancing with another woman nearby.
Baker’s arms hung loosely at her sides. I took her hands and twined them behind my neck. Her touch against my skin was like wildfire. I replaced my hands on her back and circled my hips, taking her with me.
“If this was what you wanted to do for roommate night, you should have said something,” I rasped, my lips ghosting the shell of her ear.
“We’re not having roommate night.” Her words came out firm, yet she yielded, her body following my lead.
“You want more than one?” I gave her a curious look and finally shrugged a shoulder. “I guess we can do that.”
She dug her nails into the back of my neck, and I hissed.
“None. I want none.”
Her chest pressed against mine, breath short and fast. I didn’t think it had a damn thing to do with the dancing.
“Aww, Easy. Don’t be that way.” She stared straight at my chest. I slid my hand up her spine until I cupped the back of her head. Livid eyes met mine. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re acting like you want me to ignore you.”
Indecision flickered on her face. That stung, but I got it. I’d spent the better part of two days in the push and pull of needing to get away from her and be close to her.
Our hips clashed as we moved to the beat. “That what you want, Baker? Radio silence?”
I held her so she couldfeelme. How much I wanted her. She gasped, a sweet, sharp sound that I heard clearly over the house music.
I leaned in and got lost for a moment as I breathed her in. She smelled delicious. Like honey. “I didn’t hear you.”
