Exaggerating the swing of her hips, Vickey did a slow three-sixty, her eyes glancing left and right. Where was he? Her watcher? She could feel him, close by, and getting closer. Weaving between all these bodies, using the tight press to conceal himself. A predator, but not the kind she was used to. She could see that sort easily enough, leering at her over their date’s shoulder or over a glass, like dogs after a bone. Obvious. Pathetic. But this guy?
He was different. Exciting. It felt like she was dancing for him. Just for him.
Maybe she’d even let him pick her up, take her home. It had been weeks since she’d last gotten laid, and she needed it. Needed to bury these feelings. A hot, hard fuck had always been good for that, good for burying the pain and letting her forget, if only for a moment. Jake had been so good at that.
No, forget him. He’s a guy, just another guy. A big, hard dick with powerful hands and a wicked tongue. She didn’t need him. Any of the rogues here would do-
A shiver of awareness rippled up her spine, then hands were on her- large, powerful hands, enveloping her, rough fingers tingling across the skin of her belly, drawing her against a male body.
It’s true what they say,
Love is blind,
so, we must find our way.
As we play this game,
A game of lies
You know my name
You know my world
I am yours
So, you are mine
Remember
We've been dreaming this life
But when you need me
I’ll hold you close
Hold you tight
Love you forever
As we’re together this night,
I'm broken without you
So, let’s forget the lies
Break the wheel
And return to the light.
Something inside Vickey yielded under the aroma of raw masculinity, fogging her thoughts. The guy smelled of leather, sweat, and… something else, something so familiar it made her core throb. His hands were everywhere and nowhere. Brushing over her midriff, along the hem of her jeans, and up her ribs, exploring practically every bit of skin he could reach, ferreting out the spots that had her tingling at his touch. Still caught in the song’s beat, she arched like a cat into his touch, arms reaching back to encircle his neck, grinding against his groin, the weight of his arousal pressing along the curve of her derriere.
“Mmm… naughty girl,” he growled in her ear, close enough that she could hear him over the music but far enough away that she could feel his words on the slope of her neck. The words sent delicious shivers down her spine. That voice! That voice! She tried to turn, to face him, but he held her firmly, pressed tight against his body with the subtle dominance that drove her wild. No, it couldn’t be, not here, not him!
Then her mind went blank.
He was kissing her. Small, hot little kisses up her neck to the spot just beneath her ear, making her knees weak and pussy throb, yearning for attention. She matched him, pushing back, rubbing against him, relishing the feel of his hard body, her hands reaching, exploring the muscular ridge of his back and shoulders, nails biting whenever he teased that spot.
He was working her into a state, and utterly absorbed in the feelings his mouth was conjuring, she almost didn’t notice him fingering the fastenings of her jeans, popping the button.