Page 48 of And Then Came You

Normally, I’d wait for her to return. But I’m a few drinks in and this song is my jam. Squeezing past the sweaty bodies crowding the floor, I find a spot and close my eyes, swaying to the jungle rhythm pumping through the speakers.

There’s something so heady about letting a moment take over, without a care to the consequences. That’s where my mind is at now.

Hands wrap around my waist, sliding down to cup my hips and I stiffen, ready to smack the smirk off whoever thought touching me without permission was a good idea.

But the intruder won’t let me turn around, keeping his body pressed against mine, those tricky hands tightening ever so slightly. “Dance with me.”

I know that voice. I’d know it anywhere.

I should push Sam away, especially with his wildly vacillating moods, but there’s something intoxicating in the feel of him, his hands staking their claim.

So, I lean into him, as my body falls into a new rhythm.

Our rhythm.

I drape my hair over one shoulder, moaning when Sam’s lips graze against my skin, delivering tiny nips along my neck.

The music speeds up, but Sam holds me in the slow, torturous pace, his hands and mouth becoming more presumptuous by the second. His fingers slide along my ribcage, caressing under my breasts, and I feel his erection straining against his jeans.

The desperation is peaking as my core temperature soars hotter with every touch. The scene is so surreal; I wonder if I’ll awaken to find it all a dream.

Without warning, Sam spins me around, one hand sliding along my jaw, his eyes flashing with intensity. He maintains an easy flow, even as the music crests around us, bodies jumping to the beat.

Leaning down, he brushes his lips across my cheek, that gorgeous mouth hovering next to mine, our breath mingling. My eyes drift closed, unable to process the emotions flooding every cell.

His hand slips up to my nape, tightening in my hair. My eyes fly open, meeting that unnerving gaze once again.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Stay in this moment.”

I open my mouth to speak, but his hand tightens again, pulling on my scalp. So, I answer with my body, sliding my hands up his arms and wrapping them around his neck.

His hand skates down my side, fingers hooking under the hem of my dress and dancing along my bare skin. Higher and higher, until they tickle the edge of my g-string, his eyes daring me to stop him.

I want this. No matter the consequences, I want him. I lack the strength to fight my feelings anymore.

The song ends, replaced by an upbeat number that breaks through our lust-filled haze. Sam grasps my hand, leading me from the dance floor.

“Where are we going?”

But Sam doesn’t answer me, as he leads us to a side exit, pulling us into the night.

I gulp in lungfuls of air, grateful for the cool breeze. “I needed this.” Gazing up, I catch those eyes locked on me, even more potent than when we danced.

“Do you know what I need?” Sam’s hulking form crowds me, backing me against the wall. His hands wrap around my waist as his body leans into mine.

“Show me.” I raise my eyes to meet his gaze, my breath coming in heated pants.

His hands frame my face as his mouth slants over mine, his tongue sliding against the seam of my lips. With a sigh, I fall into the kiss, our tongues tangling.

A low groan sounds from his chest as he pulls me closer. I can’t stop him. I won’t stop him. Sam is all I want, all I can think about.

His tongue tickles every recess of my mouth as I stretch toward him, eager for more. And his hands. Those talented hands waste no time hiking up my skirt and winding my legs around his waist.

Sam grinds against me, the rough brick scratching against my skin. “I love the way you taste, Lexi. Whatever you want me to do to you, I’ll do it. Just tell me I can.”

His fingers slide along my folds and I writhe against his hand, my body growing more and more desperate.

“Let me make you feel good,” he begs, his voice hot with emotion.

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