Page 16 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

Most are off doing their own thing, rubbing and grinding against their partners to the upbeat movement. No wonder why she thought this was the most natural thing.

Running my hands up her sides, all of my focus is on her reactions. I’ll admit, she feels nice against my palms. Plump and warm, welcoming.

I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands to myself after all.

Her brows lift in surprise, and I’m thankful she doesn’t pull away from shock. Rather, she shivers with anticipation. The swell of her breasts is impossible to ignore with every breath, as is the noise that leaves her lips when I cup her ass and squeeze.

She’s soft and plump all while feeling like she was meant to be touched. Once I start, I don’t want to stop. I want to map out every inch of her body and see which spots make her gasp.

There’s a shift in her gaze, a hunger I’ve never noticed. Like a tiger hidden behind jungle leaves, I don’t see the moment she’s ready to pounce until she’s itching to get closer.

Fuck the public setting. She’s raking her nails against my shoulder blades, shamelessly nipping my ear as my name is the only thing to leave her lips.

This moment is no longer about dancing. She’s not mimicking the couples around us. Rather, she’s doing what feels right and I’m a bastard for feeding into this.

As each second creeps by, Nicolas moves more and more to the back of my mind. I’m starting to solely think about myself here.

Would Eloise give herself up if I asked sweetly enough? She’s not someone to cave immediately, I’ve learned that much. What if I begged, would that make a difference?

She’s got a fire burning inside of her, I noticed it the very first time I met her. Not just because of ambition, but something more. She seems like the type to take what she wants.

So, if Eloise doesn’t want me, she’d make it clear as day. There’s no denying she wantssomething.

Getting lost in everything that is this woman, I don’t realize I’ve stopped dancing. So focused on letting her do what she wants, I feel the squeeze of her thighs as she hugs my leg.

Is it the song that’s encouraging her to rub her pussy against my jeans, or is it the hunger I spotted in her gaze only moments ago?

Gripping her hips, I aid her movement as best as I can. This is a first for me. To be so boldly used to get off, I can’t help but feed off her responses.

The way she pants against my ear, the music drowning out her pleasure.

Can she feel the way my cock is hardening, digging into the zipper of my jeans? At this rate, I’m going to have a permanent zig-zag pattern dug into my flesh as a constant reminder of this shared moment.

Her breath catches and suddenly, I can’t think. Can’t hear the music or feel the vibrations. All of my focus is on this woman and the demanding need to get her alone.

I want her.I want her now.

Even with the flushed cheeks and the way her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, I’m not buying the act.

Eloise Tanner. The woman who not only smells sweet, but looks like she tastes like it as well. She’s the worst sort of poison. Lethal. One taste is enough to take a man out, I’m sure.

She lets out a frustrated groan, her movement not giving her what she needs.

“Jake.” Barely audible, my name is the first thing to come from her mouth after panting up a storm. Her lips grazes my jaw, hardly brushing hard enough to be considered a kiss.

I’ve never been known as a man who shows restraint. When I want something, I take it without thinking about the consequences. Right now, I know what I want. Fuck, that’s an understatement.

Leaning toward her, I breathe her in. “Would you like to find somewhere quieter?”

She’s teased me with rejection once. That’s all I need. One solid answer and I’ll be able to move on. I’ll place this moment as one I’m imagining and pretend I don’t want to touch this woman as I please.

My hands are still on her hips, resting there while I act like I have patience.

Eloise smiles.Smiles.Her eyes look dazed, slow blinking. “Is there a place like that here?”

“Oh, you would be surprised.” My lips brush her ear and she arches toward me, a sigh leaving her mouth. “Would you like me to share my favorite spot?”

Any spot that isn’t in the middle of this dancefloor fits the bill. Somewhere where other men can’t drink in her appeal and even consider taking her away from me.

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