Page 172 of Crazy for this Girl

“Go,” Marie urges, her small hand falling to my back before giving me a little shove forward toward the dance floor. “Have fun. I wanna know all about it.”

Whatever.

Moving through the crowd, I get to the packed dance floor, looking around for a dude to be standing somewhere with an annoying grin on his face and waiting for me.

There is one, just not who I expected at all.

Cal stands along the laminate floor, white dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, and rolled up his forearms like that one day in his office when he kissed me senselessly, after chiding me for not finding him in California.

I step closer, brows knitted together as he continues grinning at me and my shocked expression that I know I’m wearing and don’t bother hiding.

My body warms as his eyes softly caress over my body. The constant desire in his greens always present, always washing over me repeatedly in different waves, some longer and more powerful than others.

When I get within earshot to where he can hear me over the song, I ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you.” My heart skips at his earnestness and because it missed him since we’ve come back. At the cabin, I never did return to him that night after dinner. Things were shifting too quickly, my brain and vital organ that he holds so tightly beginning to open back up, wanting to immediately grant him permission to come back in.

However, the side effects were brutal.

“Can I have my dance?” His heated gaze isn’t even back to my face yet before asking the question.

It’s no secret to myself that I have an extremely hard time turning this man down.

He’s my Cal.

My best friend.

The first love of my life.

Those three things give rise to the past and pain, desperate to forget everything that’s transpired. Plans he didn’t make and had no control over.

In spite of that, though, I’m still upset that he never sought me out afterward when he came home. I still have no clue what he had to endure alone so it leaves a blank and gray space lying between us.

Holding out my hand, Cal immediately latches onto it, heaving me closer to him. Those intoxicating irises of sage green lock me down to his presence, refreshing my memory for the millionth time at how perfectly compatible we were.

He guides us through the throng of people with me in front of him. Finding a small spot, I begin to turn around, but his arm wraps around my torso and plasters my spine to his chest.

“This is fine right here,” he whispers in my hair right above my ear. “I don’t trust any of these college boys to not try and grab your ass.”

I smile, I can’t help it, because I never would’ve thought of it right now. If it happened, he needn’t worry, I’ve dug my heel into a few toes before here.

Slowly, he begins to rock his body back and forth, and I follow. His free hand reaches down to lace his fingers with mine, pulling it up to the one encasing me against his hard frame.

I can feel his hard cock rub at the top of my ass, and I can’t help but grind a little against it. Remembering the night in his cabin, the way he ate me out like he’s been starving for me. His thick cock spread through my lips as my mouth watered around it.

Holy fuck.

Craning my head up, I look over my shoulder at him. “I thought you didn’t dance.”

“Was the only way to get you alone.”

“Mhm.” My hand finds the top of his as I continue to move. “I think you secretly like to.”

“Only when you’re right here.” He puts more pressure on my pelvis over the sexy beat of the song and the warmth of his voice causes a wave of goosebumps to line my skin.

“Are you here alone?”

He shakes his head. “I have some colleagues inconveniently in town. So, I decided to bring them somewhere more modern and low-key instead of a fancy restaurant.”

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