Page 106 of Mark my Words

Sam was in a towel again when he opened the door between our rooms in answer to my knock, water dripping from his dark hair and making its way down his sculpted chest.

“Yes?” he asked slowly, an amused grin pulling at his lips as I tried to fight through my stunned silence. He was too attractive for his own good.

“Get your pants on. We’re going out.”

“You sure that’s what you want?” He laughed, taking a step forward and hooking his finger underneath the thin strap of my tank top. “We can find something to keep ourselves entertained here if you’d like. Our flight leaves early tomorrow.”

His skin was warm as I placed my palm in the center of his chest, afraid if he touched me, I’d end up in bed with him again. Realistically, I knew that would happen later tonight anyway, but I wasn’t ready to give in yet.

“Chase invited us out. Try to clean yourself up a little. VIP lounge passes.”

“I thought you liked me dirty,” he chuckled as he leaned in, his wet hair sliding along my cheek as he whispered into my ear. “You wearing a dress?”

“I can.” My voice was rough as I held back a moan, his lips tracing a wet path down my neck. I’d packed several dresses in my suitcase, knowing that after the signings in New York, I’d be attending Nana’s birthday party in the city.

One of them was dark blue with thin crossing straps across the back, a matching shrug keeping it from being too revealing for a family function, but for tonight, I could ditch the covering and see what kind of reaction I could get out of Sam.

“Leave your panties off,” he whispered as he sucked on my collarbone, his warm chest pressing into me as his hand settled on my lower back.

“Why should I?” I moaned as he pulled me forward, the distinct press of his erection against my stomach making my stomach flutter.

“Because they’ll be soaked by the end of the night anyway,” he whispered, grinding into me as he sucked on the skin just above my neckline hard enough to leave behind a mark. The others had faded, our intense night in Seattle only a memory.

“That sure of yourself?” I laughed, my back arching as he scraped his teeth against my nipple through the thin fabric.

“Yes,” he laughed, leaning back and holding me upright before kissing me softly. “Come on over once you’re ready.”

He disappeared through the open door, the towel dropping to the floor before he walked out of sight.

Fuck.

The music was loud enough to shake the windows in our Uber, and the line was wrapped around the building, but as promised, Chase and Evan’s names at the door had us skipping the queue and heading up a long staircase before the doors even opened to the public.

It turned out the club’s owner was a not-so-secret mystery reader who’d been thoroughly impressed by this new collaboration between authors. He’d cornered Diana while we were busy at a book signing, offering admittance to his new club and promising privacy in his VIP lounge.

“Man, if you don’t offer to blow Evan tonight, I’m sure this guy will,” I laughed as Chase and I sat wide-eyed across from the club owner, Jayce, and Evan. Sam was scrolling through his phone to their right, ignoring the fanboy asking Evan question after question. But as my phone kept vibrating in my hand, I knew he was texting me while I sipped on my drink. His hand had been practically glued to my thigh in the Uber on the way here, his fingers only straying to check for my panties once.

He was doing an excellent job of pretending to be indifferent to my presence in front of Chase and Evan, but I knew from the dark looks he kept shooting in my direction that I was in trouble.

“I know, right?” she giggled, leaning her head against my shoulder. “It’s kinda hot to watch this guy get all worked up over him.” I had to admit she was right. Jayce was attractive, and watching them sit side by side, lost in conversation, was oddly appealing. “I wonder if they’d kiss if I asked them to.”

Almost choking on my drink, I waved my hand in front of my face with a giggle, my eyes watering as Chase broke into loud laughter. We were well on our way to drunk, which meant Evan would have his hands full with her tonight.

My phone vibrated again, and I looked down, unsurprised when Sam’s name flashed across the screen.

Sam: Want to dance?

Making eye contact across the table, I nodded once, carefully disentangling myself from Chase before making excuses to leave.

Luckily, her eyes were still riveted to Evan as I headed toward the stairs, Sam joining me a few moments later, his hand grasping my waist as he led me down.

“I had to get out of there,” he shouted directly into my ear as he grasped my hand and stepped around me once we reached the ground floor. The sound was almost deafening, the bodies on the dance floor pulsing to the bass of the music pouring out of the speakers.

I let Sam lead as he pulled me through the crowd of writhing bodies, slipping my phone into his pocket before he grasped my hips and turned me to face him.

“Finally,” he sighed as he pulled me close, his thigh pressing the tight material of my dress taut as his hands spread across my shoulder blades. His hips rolled to the beat as he held me tightly, grinding into the space I was needy for him with sensual movements.

His eyes were dark as he watched me, my mouth dropping open as my fingers grasped at his shoulders. I should have known he’d be like this, his movements fluid and sensual as our bodies pressed against each other. He’d shown me time and time again that his rhythm was flawless, but I hadn’t expected him to be quite like this on a crowded dance floor.

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