Page 97 of Easy Out

“Yep.” I barely get the word out before Hart has me thrown over his shoulder and is carrying me out of the bar. “Hart! Put me down,” I protest weakly. My hand goes to cover my rear end, but Hart beats me to it, holding down my skirt and covering me with his large palm.

Hart walks the whole way back to my dorm with me over his shoulder. He doesn’t put me down until we get to his car.

“That hardly seemed necessary,” I tell him once he’s buckled me into my seat. Hart silently kisses my cheek. Then makes his way around the front of the car. He blasts the heat and I sigh in appreciation. I finally feel my fingers again once we pull into his parking space at his townhouse.

Marco and Nash are hanging out in the living room watching a movie. I didn't think they would be home. I kind of forgot about everyone except for Hart.

I say hello to them ignoring both of their comments about my costume. Nash asks if Sydney is wearing something similar to me. When I tell him I borrowed this outfit from her he immediately gets on his phone and starts texting.

“Go upstairs, cariño. I’m going to get us some snacks and waters.“ Hart grazes a knuckle down my cheek like I’m the most precious thing. “Marco, we need to talk.” I overhear Hart say when I reach the top of the stairs.

I plop down on Hart’s bed and stretch out over his comforter. I didn’t dance long but my feet are killing me. I’m used to dancing in sneakers not high heeled boots. I can’t help but laugh when I bend over to untie my boots and my boobs practically fall out of my top.

I was nervous as hell to walk out of Syd’s room wearing glorified lingerie. It was worth it to see Hart’s face and to feel his touch on my exposed skin. She said he would freak out and probably protest. Maybe even ask me to change.

I heard Enzo. He didn’t like my outfit. Even Koa had something to say about Sydney’s choice of costume. But not Hart. He trusts me to make my own decisions. He supports me without controlling me. I love that about him.

“You’re still dressed,” Hart says when he enters his room. He closes the door and locks it behind him.

“Did you expect me to be naked on your bed?” I tease him. Hart’s cheeks pink and it’s adorable. “I thought you wanted to untie me.” His embarrassment quickly morphs into desire.

“Come here,” he demands. His voice is rough and commanding.

“I have a better idea.” I stand and walk barefoot across his plush carpet. I pull out his chair from under his desk and push it to the middle of the room. “Take a seat. I owe you a dance.”

Hart removes his shoes and his sweatshirt. My pulse kicks up seeing his bare arms and the outline of muscles under his gray tee shirt. He takes a seat and spreads his knees apart. His hands rest casually on his thighs.

I fire up a song from a playlist on my phone. Then place it on Hart’s desk. The song is slow and sultry. I grin when the guy starts singing. Hart does too. He sings about casting spells and making a person yours. I’m glad Hart finds it as fitting as I do.

Hart lifts his hands to run them up my thighs, but I stop him. “No touching.” I balance my hands on his thighs and roll my body into his. I’m basically thrusting my chest right into his face. He’s not complaining.

I turn around and drop to the floor and slowly rise back up. I can feel him hardening underneath his jeans. I feel powerful knowing I am the one making him feel this way just by swaying my hips around. It makes me wonder if I had the same effect on him that night at The Warehouse. He said I looked hot, but did I turn him on like this too?

Looking at him again I graze my fingers against his cheek. Then I spin around until I’m standing behind him. I run one hand down his chest and abdominal muscles. They flex under my palm. I don’t stop until I reach his groin area and graze the top of his erection. Hart flicks his tongue over lips.

I’m turning myself on every time I touch him in a new spot. Liquid heat is pooling between my thighs. Hart’s hands are fisted in his lap. I know he’s struggling to keep them to himself.

I move in front of him again. Dancing has all been forgotten. I’m ready to get to the untying of my corset part he was talking about earlier tonight. I slide my hair over one shoulder. “A little help,” I say eyeing Hart over my shoulder.

He blows out a shallow breath. I face the opposite direction anticipating his touch. Calloused fingers brush over my shoulders and down my back. I do my best to steady my breathing but it’s proving to be difficult when I feel his lips skate across my skin.

“James.” I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s raspy and desperate. The way he makes me feel is like nothing I’ve ever known. I feel like I’m at the top of a rollercoaster waiting for that moment when you’re completely weightless, suspended in the air, before you freefall into euphoria.

“Your skin is so soft.” His words tickle the back of my neck. “You have been teasing me with this all night.” Hart tugs on the string at the bottom of my top. “You’re a present waiting for me to unwrap.”

Telling him I’m tired of waiting is on the tip of my tongue but then he starts to untie the knots and bows keeping me trapped. A new song starts up on my phone and it is just as sensuous as the last one.

Hart has my corset untied and he slowly pushes the thin black straps off my shoulders until I’m completely bare on top. “Cariño,” he pleads. For what I'm not sure. I turn around exposing myself to him.

He’s seen me topless before. His lips have kissed, licked, and sucked on my breasts more times than I can count. But it feels different tonight.

Maybe because I know I don’t want to stop.

I’m ready to feel Hart inside me.

I’m desperate for it.

Hart looks at me for permission and I give it to him easily. When his hands finally meet my body, I melt into it. He cups my breast in his hand and pinches my nipple. When he clamps down on me with his mouth, my knees give out.

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