Page 61 of Heart of Thorns

But I’m not going to turn down the feel of her body against mine, so I plunge through the crowd after her and grasp her waist. I pull her close, and we move to the music. She inches closer, until my knee is between her legs, and she grinds on me.

Her head tips back, and she lets out a groan.

“What did you take?” I ask in her ear. I nip her lobe.

“Oh, fuck.” She tilts to the side, giving me more room. “Just a little…”

“A little what?”

“Can you feel that?” She runs her hands down her front, her fingers dipping into the waistband of her jeans. “There’s electricity between us, Cassius.”

I grab her hand and twist her around. Her ass in my groin. My dick comes alive, stiffening in my jeans, poking into her ass. She rolls her hips and leans her weight on me.

“I think we need to find a room,” she pants. “Right now.”

“But I’m not done with you.” My lips trail across her jaw and down her neck. “I thought you wanted to dance.”

“I…”

I suck at her skin. Kiss. Suck.Nip.

She groans.

“What did you take, kitten?” I ask again.

“Some girls were doing X in line for the bathroom.” Her gaze crashes into mine. “To be fair, I didn’t know what it was until after I took it.”

X, as in… ecstasy.

No fucking wonder.

“You took a random drug from a stranger without asking a few questions first?”

She giggles. “Sorry.”

Oy.

I steady her when she sways a bit too much.

“You okay?” I ask, my lips at her ear. To be heard over the music, obviously.

“Just a bit lightheaded.” She blinks hard. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Her knees buckle, but unlike the last time she passed out on me, I’m not across the room. I swing her up into my arms before she can hit the floor. She giggles again and loops her arms around my neck.

“My savior.”

Heat works its way up my neck, but I smile down at her anyway. We garner quite a few looks as I carry her out of the party. I put her in my car, grateful I didn’t drink more than that quarter cup of warm beer from the game, and slide behind the wheel.

Her hands immediately reach for me.

“Kitten,” I admonish quietly, the darkness almost making her more alluring. I catch her hands and thread my fingers through hers. “You’re not in your right mind.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she argues. “I want you.”

I groan. My dick twitches in response, but it’s out of luck.

I drive us home one-handed, the other keeping her wandering hands in her lap, playing with my fingers. She traces a nail around my knuckles, humming to herself, until I park in my spot at the house.

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