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“Ivy Davies.” I run my fingers along the strong lines of his back, feeling his muscles flex with each pass.
“Eye-veeee.” He draws my name out. “Darlin’, you move incredibly well.”
His lips trail down to the sensitive skin below my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine straight to my core. His hand rests against the small of my back and he urges me against him as we sway. Oh God, is that the hard bulge his cock? It’s nestled between my legs like it belongs there.
He wants me.
I want him too. I’m literally soaked with arousal.
“I could say the same about you.” Looking into his hazel eyes, which twinkle with mischief, I roll my hips against his. “It’s almost like you know what I wantbefore I do.”
I don’t even recognize myself. I’m operating on pure, carnal instinct. Judging by his surprised—yet amused—expression, my deliberate gesture is charged with an unspoken promise.
Groaning, Cillian cradles the back of my knee and lifts my leg to rest against his hip, aligning our bodies as we swirl into a graceful, flowing dip. “Maybe I do.” His other hand grabs my ass and squeezes with a thrilling boldness. “Or maybe we’re exceptionally in tune with each other.”
The next song is a vibrant, traditional jig. Something in the music calls to me and I get lost, throwing my arms above my head and swaying my hips. Dancing over to Cillian, without breaking eye contact, I drag my fingers across his shoulders. He captures my hand and twirls me into his side and guides my arms around his neck.
“Jay-sus, you’re a very sexy girl.” Cillian’s hands span my hips and he wedges his leg between mine, holding me there.
Once again, our movements are fluid, like it’s natural for our bodies to align like this. Ignoring the tempo of the song, we rock slowly in perfect harmony. He takes my hands in his and draws them over my head. Our eyes bore into each other’s as he runs his hands from my wrists to my shoulders and fists my hair.
Angling my face beneath his, Cillian hovers his lips against my neck, causing my breath to catch. The backs of his fingers trail back down my ribs and he clutches my hips and lowershis cheek to mine. Shamelessly, I grind my aching pussy against his thigh as we sway sensually.
I lose track of how many songs we dance to or at what point the crowd begins to thin, but for the next couple hours, our movements merge into one fluid motion and we’re in our own world, vibing to our own rhythm. Teasing. Flirting. Touching.
I’m only vaguely aware of the band packing up because we’re so lost in each other. I don’t care if we’re surrounded by dozens of people, he captures my mouth and spirals of ecstasy pirouette throughout my body.
Cillian’s intense, decisive gaze locks on to mine. “From the moment you walked in here tonight, there’s been no one else but you.”
My heart races at his admission because I feel the same way. The air between us crackles with anticipation. His strong, gentle hand cradles my cheek. His ever-present erection throbs between us.
Not once tonight has he tried to hide what I’ve done to him, and I know what I want.
Him.
Impulsively, I close the distance between us and brush my lips against his. Cillian’s guttural moan sends a shiver through my soul, igniting a profound yearning. His lips partslightly to invite me into the warmth of his mouth, allowing our tongues to slide in a slow, sweet exploration.
Our kisses intensify. Grow more urgent. Cillian’s hand moves from my cheek to the back of my neck. His fingers lace their way through my hair, anchoring me to him as he devours me. My breath is quick and ragged and I press against him, not wanting a millimeter of space between us.
With a swift, assured motion, he lifts me off the ground. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and sling my arms over his neck. He supports me effortlessly with a firm grip on my ass, rocking me against his hard cock as our frenzied lips and tongues continue to explore.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he eventually murmurs against my lips, his voice low and husky.
There’s no reason to play coy. I nod. “More than anything.”
I wanted a summer fling. Why wait another minute? With only eight weeks of freedom, I’m diving headfirst into whatever experience he’s offering. This guy is sex personified, the perfect person to show me the ropes. Maybe, even literally.
Tonight, the shadows of my past and the weight of my future can wait.
I wantthis. I wanthim.
As we leave the pub, hand in hand, I know I’m making the right decision. With every fiber of my being.
Something tells me, he’s my destiny.
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