I groaned and slid one of my hands down her back so that I could grip her ass, and I pulled her in so that there was no way for her not to know how fucking turned on I was.
She made that noise again and when I slid my mouth along the side of her neck I heard her whisper, “You have to dance with me.”
“Let’s get out of here.”
Her hands slid into my hair and she whispered near my ear. “I’ve been waiting all night for you. The least you can do before you get me naked is take me out there and dance with me.”
Naked?
Her words were like fire in my brain and I was so hot for her I couldn’t speak.
I grabbed her hand, elbowed my way through the crowd until we were in the middle of a hot pit of lust and music. This wasn’t my thing—I wasn’t the guy who liked to shake his ass and pull some moves but right now? With that look in her eye? If Georgia King asked me to do the fucking chicken dance I would.
The guitars and drums crashed over us as the lights lowered.
The beat changed into something slow and sensual and just as I was thinking, ‘hell yes my ass is saved’, Georgia’s hands crept up my shoulders and she began to move against me. Real, slow and sexy.
I pulled her close and buried my head in her hair, inhaling that summery scent I thought would probably drive me crazy until I was old half dead. This moment, right now, was something I’d never forget…the way she felt, the say she smelled, and as she cupped my face and stared up into my eyes, I knew I would never forget how beautiful she was. How much my body ached in anticipation.
I wanted her for myself and to hell with whoever the fuck she’d come here with. That thought made me frown and her forefinger trailed along my jaw until she slid it between my lips.
I bit her, lightly, and she arched an eyebrow, her hips and that sweet spot between her legs pushing into me as she did so.
“Where is he?” I asked roughly, face flushed and tense at the thought of her with someone else. Which was kind of ridiculous considering she wasn’t exactly my girlfriend. I didn’t know what she was, but the one thing that I was real clear on was that whatever this thing between us was, it wasn’t neat and tidy, or casual.
“Who?”
I sucked on her finger but didn’t smile when I heard her groan. There was nothing smiling about me at the moment. I sucked harder and watched her eyes widen, before I let her finger slip from my mouth. “Sylvester the fucking cat.”
I knew in that moment I sounded like a jealous teenager, but I didn’t give a shit. She was the hottest thing in the entire place and the thought of her looking like that for someone else drove me crazy.
She didn’t say a word and I wished she’d answer because I was starting to feel like an immature asshole. I was sixteen all over again.
“Seamus?” she asked lightly. “Are you jealous?”
“Fucking right I am,” I answered without skipping a beat.
She licked her lips and I settled her against me, one hand still on her ass, the other at the back of her head. My erection was hard and heavy and she felt it. I made sure of it.
She stared up into my eyes as the music continued to fall over us. As the couple next to us basically had sex, the guy’s hands up her shirt while she grinded herself against his thigh.
Georgia’s chest heaved and I knew she felt the same. I thought of her words the day before, “I feel you,” and it felt like I was coming apart.
When had a girl ever gotten me to feel like this?
Never.
Slowly she reached for me and when her soft mouth slid across mine, I fucking saw stars. No joke. I think if she wasn’t wrapped around me I would have fallen to my knees, or passed out from sheer anticipation of what would come next.
She nibbled her way up to my ear and whispered, “I came with my friend Kendall, who happens to own a vagina, so you don’t have to worry.” She did this slow, torturous roll of her hips and I inhaled sharply because it felt like my dick was going to explode.
“Ben,” she said, a touch of rasp in her voice.
“Yeah,” I managed.
“What about Matt?”
“Fuck, Matt. We’re not teenagers.”
She rubbed herself against me one last time, like she was a cat, and it was almost too much. “Ben,” she said again.