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As the songs change and something slower comes on, she shifts toward me. She drapes one arm over my shoulder and presses her other hand to my chest. If she concentrates on the beat under her fingers, she’ll know exactly how fast my heart is racing from being so close to her.
I keep my hands loose on her hips and rest my forehead against hers. We lock eyes, and I will my dick not to go hard right now. Just that stare. Her gorgeous eyes on mine, like I’m all she can see and feel…It’s a heady feeling I never want to end.
“How about we get out of here?” she purrs. She licks her lips after she speaks, and I follow the path of her tongue.
“And go back to the room?” I feel dumb to ask, but with the way she’s eyeing me like I’m the dessert she’s been waiting for, and the way she sways her body with mine to the music, how could I not wonder about what she’s asking. Her body signals something like surrender to this chemistry sparking between us, but I don’t want to make the wrong assumption here.
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. “No. Another bar!”
Giggling and full of energy, she grabs my hand and hurries me toward the door. I can’t help but laugh. Her fun mood is infectious, but with this quick exit, I don’t have the foresight or moment to reach back for her sandals she left on the stool.
And that’s where we end up. At three in the morning, she’s barefoot and finally ready after several bars to head back to the room I managed to snag at the hotel.
I hoist her higher on my back and she giggles so hard I think she’ll start snorting. I laugh right along with her, clutching the underside of her thighs as I carry her.
“No!” she shrieks, laughing harder and wiggling on my back. “I told you.”
“What?” I dig my fingers into her smooth skin again. “Ticklish?”
She roars with laughter, tightening her arms around my neck as I carry her. “Yes! Stop.”
I cease walking, chuckling.
“Stop tickling me,” she amends with fading laughter.
I do, focusing on carrying her back to the hotel in one piece. “I can’t believe you lost your sandals.”
“You did,” she accuses playfully. She’s quick to laugh as we head to the suite, but I hear the difference in it. She’s not drunk or buzzing. We both drank so much water and sweated too much for the booze to be ruling us with all that dancing. Neither of us are in any shape to drive, but we’re clearer now that we’re in the open night air.
“You’re the one who wanted to take them off in the first place,” I remind her.
“Because they hurt.”
I grunt. “Then why do you keep wearing them?” Here and back at the cabin. She’s got such a fetish for wearing the wrong footgear.
“Because they look pretty.”
“You look pretty. Not your shoes.”
“We can agree to disagree,” she says, instead of accepting the compliment.
We reach the hotel, and without letting her lower herself off me, I piggyback her right into the lobby and only put her down once we’re at the elevator.
She sighs, glancing up at me as we ride up to our floor. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Piggyback?” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “No. Just going out all night and having fun like that.”
I blink in surprise. “Bullshit.”
Her giggle is sweet and sincere. “No. Seriously. I haven’t.”
I step closer, wondering if she’s going to put up those walls and be guarded with me again. “Never?”
She shakes her head, watching me with wide eyes as I move closer. “Never.”
I reach up to tuck her springy blond curls back. “I find that hard to believe.”
