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This seemed more like making out in public. Which I didn’t mind at all.
Actually, it was better. Way better.
Axel’s hands settled on my hips and he turned me around until my back was pressed against his chest. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of my ear, before he sucked my earlobe between his teeth with a teasing pinch that sent white-hot sparks of electricity zinging along every nerve.
With his forearm anchored around my middle, I couldn’t tell if he was holding me tighter or keeping me upright because of all the alcohol I’d been drinking. I didn’t care either way. It felt so damn good to lean against the firm wall of his chest, to move together in time with the beat.
I pushed my ass back, shamelessly grinding against him.
“Beth,” he hissed in my ear, his fingers tightening on my hip with a bruising grip.
The gritty rasp in Axel’s voice betrayed the effect I had on him and it only spurred me on even more.
I dropped my head back on Axel’s shoulder and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him—hard, hungry, tongue sliding against tongue. I shifted in the protective circle of his arm and cupped my palm to his cheek, gasping into his mouth at the taste of him.
It was even better than I remembered.
Suddenly, the dancing dissolved into desperate, roaming hands. In the back of my mind, I remembered there were people all around us. And many of them were taking pictures.
Tonight would be plastered all over social media.
Wasn’t that part of the plan?
People were supposed to see me with Axel. Dancing. Drinking. Feeling me up. Getting our hands all over each other.
That little voice of warning said,not like this. It’s too far. Too hot.
Irritation burned in my chest. For once, I didn’t want to be careful and proper and perfect. I didn’t want to be the good girl.
I grabbed a fistful of Axel’s shirt and pulled him away—away from the people and the cameras, away from the witnesses, away from everyone. A moment later, we stumbled outside as a blast of cool night air washed over us. I barely managed to haul Axel into a nearby alley before I was kissing him again, fingers locked in his hair, shoving his shirt up until I could finally—finally—get my hands on his gorgeous skin. A curl of tattoo ink curved down his side and it made me want to follow it…with my fingers or my tongue, I wasn’t picky.
“Beth,” Axel said, his voice cutting through my blurred thoughts. “Beth, wait.”
When I started to unbuckle his belt, he circled my wrists lightly.
“No,” he whispered. “You’re drunk, sweetheart. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
A sting of resentment prickled up my spine. I took a step back, weaving on my feet. My vision blurred with tears.
“Don’t be like that,” I said, my voice shaking.
Axel raised his eyebrows. He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.
“I was just pointing out—”
“Don’t be like that,” I repeated, louder and harsher this time. A few people filtering out of the bar turned to look at us before they kept walking. “Don’t be like everybody else. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.”
My voice cracked and a tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away furiously.
“You’re supposed to be different,” I said. “Not likethem.”
Axel pushed off the wall with one shoulder. He skimmed his hand up my arm before he brushed his knuckles against my cheek. A sob lodged in my throat at how tenderly he touched me.
“You’ve had too much to drink, Beth,” he said softly. “It’s time to go home.”
The air punched out of me in a rush. Home. Back to my mother who would be in a red-faced rage at seeing me like this.
“I don’t want to,” I whimpered, clutching at Axel’s shirt. I sounded like a whiny child, petulant, ready to throw a tantrum to get her way.
