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I roll my eyes, turning back around, and start dancing again.
He stays close, his presence magnetic, almost intoxicating.
His hands find my hips, guiding my movements as he presses against me.
He whispers in my ear, sending a shivers down my spine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I bite my lip, the heat between us undeniable, as we lose ourselves in the music and the night.
The tension between us is electric, humming beneath the rhythm of the pulsing music.
The sweet scent of his cologne mixed with the musk of sweat fills my nostrils, making me dizzy with desire.
“Spark,” I whisper back, my voice shaky with unspoken need.
“Zoe,” he breathes out like a prayer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, sending a jolt straight to my core.
His fingers trace patterns on the small of my back, igniting tiny fires that seem to spread throughout my entire body.
We sway in harmony, our bodies as one in this sea of people.
I tilt my head back to rest on his shoulder, allowing myself to feel the warmth of his chiseled body against me.
His strong fingers dig into my hips as we move in time with the hypnotic beat.
“And what am I doing to you?” I finally manage to ask, opening my eyes to glance at him over my shoulder.
“You drive me wild, woman. Fuck, follow me.” Spark breathes into my ear, his voice sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
Without waiting for my response, he takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor.
My heart pounds in rhythm with the bass as we weave through the crowd, the world around us blurring into a haze of lights and music.
He pushes open the door to the bar’s bathroom, pulling me inside before locking it behind us.
The sound of the latch clicking echoes in the small, dimly-lit space.
I barely have time to catch my breath before his lips crash against mine, firm and demanding.
“God,” I gasp between kisses, my fingers tangling in his dark hair.
He tastes like whiskey and danger, intoxicating and addictive.
His hands roam my body, exploring every curve, igniting a fire that threatens to consume me.
“Mmm,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “I could do this until the end of time.”
I arch against him, feeling the hardness of his body pressing into mine.
His hands find the hem of my dress, hiking it up as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a burning path in their wake.
My back hits the cool tile wall, and I shiver at the contrast between the cold surface and the heat radiating from him.
I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Please,”
It feels like a prayer on my lips, a plea for more, for everything.
His grin is wicked, full of promise and peril.
