Page 99 of Twisted Fate

I was surprised that he was actually a good dancer, considering how bulky his body was.

He moved with me as his hands went to my waist, his thigh sliding between mine.

How we’d all of a sudden become besties, I’d never know.

I guessed getting shot changes things and brings people closer.

His thigh pressed against my core as I grinded, a sudden groan of frustration leaving him.

“Rory, we have to stop,” he said almost painfully, a playful laugh leaving me.

“Why?”

“Before I don’t want to.”

I slowed my movements, meeting his gaze with confusion.

“We’re just dancing? Why would you want to stop?”

“You’re making me fucking horny,” he bit out, moving away from me to have a mouthful of beer, as if it would fix his growing erection.

I tried to keep my eyes up on his face.

I really did.

“Welcome to my world, I’m always horny,” I grinned, suddenly finding myself sitting on the table with him standing between my legs, his dark grey eyes boring dangerously into mine.

“You have no idea how hard it is not to touch you all the fucking time.”

“I don’t mind you touching me, I trust you,” I shrugged, his fists clenching as he tried to restrain himself.

“You know what I mean.”

I held his gaze as I rested my hand on his chest, his heart rate picking up the pace under my palm.

I went to speak, but he swore under his breath and then his lips were suddenly on mine.

It was desperate but gentle, forcing a groan from me as his hand ran through my hair and tugged, my body arching against him with similar desperation.

I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, letting out a breathy moan as he pressed against me even more somehow.

He was everywhere, and I was fucking drowning in him.

He deepened the kiss as if I were the air he breathed, his rough hands moving up under my shirt cautiously until I leaned into it, encouraging him to touch me.

A small growl left him as he yanked my shirt over my head, causing me to wince as a sharp hot pain shot through my shoulder from where Hunter had stitched me up a few hours prior, causing Slash to pause and meet my eye as he seemed to catch his breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, my shoulder’s just really sore,” I replied honestly, his face falling with guilt.

“Shit, I forgot about it,” he mumbled, suddenly appearing unsure.

He wasn’t stopping.

No way in fucking hell.

I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and removed it, kissing down his solid tattooed chest until his skin shivered at my tender touch, but when I reached for his pants, he halted me.