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“Is he still heading toward us?”
“Yep.”
“What do you think he wants?”
“If you have to ask, you might not be old enough to find out,” Mia teases.
A warm hand on my shoulder makes me jump.
“I hate to say it because it’s so cliché, but what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”
His voice sends a tingle down my spine, and with the way Mia’s looking at me, I know I’m blushing.
“Just having a girls’ night,” I say, gesturing at Mia
He turns toward her and extends a hand. “I’m Wesley, and you are?”
“Leaving.” She grins. “Have fun, you two.”
Mia vanishes into the crowd before I can stop her—which I’m sure was her goal.
I know I should say something to him, but I can’t seem to manage to make my mouth work now that Mia’s gone.
I manage to unglue my tongue at the same time he starts to talk.
“How are?—”
“Are you?—”
“Go ahead,” I say.
“You sure?” At my nod, he continues. “Did I take advantage of you in any way? Is that why last week you were?—”
“I’d been worried I was the one who took advantage of you. And there’s your position with the school, and I didn’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”
His face softens and he draws me closer.
“So I didn’t do anything you didn’t want?”
“Not in the slightest. But the school?—”
“What they don’t know can’t hurt either of us.” Wesley smiles. “So, are you going to dance with me or are we going to keep standing here staring at each other?”
“If you’re sure,” I say, suddenly shy.
He spins me so I’m facing away from him. I barely have time to register that change before he grabs my hips and jerks me against him. I nearly moan from the way his length feels pressing into my ass.
Normally, I don’t like being manhandled, but I love the feel of his hands on me as he controls our movements.
“Do you have any clue what it was like for me to have to see all those men put their hands on you?”
He nips my earlobe. I press my hips harder against him because even though there’s no space between us, we’re still not close enough.
“The only thing that kept me from coming over sooner was the thought that I’d overstepped a boundary two weeks ago. And then you go and tell me you enjoyed it? So now I have to live with the fact that the whole time I spent watching them touch you, it could have been my hands on you. I ought to spank you.”
My breath catches in my throat at the thought.
“Maybe one for every guy I danced with who wasn’t you? Would that be fair?” I ask.
