“Neither do I.” He starts swaying to the music and taking me with him. “But that hasn’t stopped us from tackling any of our resolutions.”

“We didn’t make ‘learning to dance’ one of our resolutions.”

“Maybe we can put it on next year’s list.”

My belly does a somersault. He’s just making a joke, I’m sure. Still, it’s not a terrible thought. I kind of like the idea of usworking together and challenging each other to try new things and be the best versions of ourselves next year.

And while it quickly becomes apparent that neither of us has any natural sense of rhythm, by the time we’ve finished one dance, I can admit that this is fun.

By the time our new friends have bullied us into dancing for a second and a third time, it’s less fun and more… arousing.

Every squeeze of his hand on my hip. Every time our bodies brush against each other when one of us inevitably missteps. Every time I feel his warm breath on the side of my neck.

Every. Damn. Second. My body seems to cry for him, wanting more.

We barely close our respective doors in his car when we come together like two magnets. I don’t know who moves first. It doesn’t matter. But as our mouths move against each other, as his firm calloused hand molds to my curves, all I want is more. More of his mouth on me. More of his fingers working their magic.

More of everything he has to offer.

“I’m tired of fighting this,” I say as he trails his lips and tongue down the side of my neck. “I want you.”

“Finally.” He nips at my neck. “I’ve been waiting for you to admit that.”

“For how long?”

“Remember that time we did the joint excursion?” He unzips my coat and pushes the edges aside so he can trail his kisses along the collar of my v-neck top.

“The one along Chilkoot Pass?”

“Yeah.” The single syllable comes out as a growl that makes the pulse between my thighs beat even harder. “You chewed out those two kids from Las Vegas who wandered off on their own. You were so mad.”

“I was furious.” I sigh as his hand finally cups my breast and he slides a thumb over my puckered nipple. “Why do you bring that up?”

“That’s when I realized I wanted you.” He tugs my top down more, granting him greater access to my chest. “But you hated me so much.”

“Hate is a strong word.” I don’t get another chance to clarify. His lips have found my nipple now, and I’m too inflamed for any clear thoughts. I’m all need. All passion.

All consumed by this man and the way he’s already an expert at manipulating my body to his whims.

As he suckles me, Bradley flips open the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper. I keen as his fingers slide below the denim and lace of my panties to find me.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I cry out as he traces my seam, spreading the moisture around my clit.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.” Pleasure builds deep in my core. It’s like magma below the Earth’s surface. At any moment, I might erupt. “Please.”

“Fuck me.” His fingers grow bolder. “You’re so wet. I wish I could taste you right now.”

His words stir the churning even more. “I’m so close.”

“That’s a good girl. Come for me. Scream for me. Tell me?—”

A loud car horn blares.

“Fuck,” Bradley hisses, his fingers blazing in place. “Can’t that asshole see we’re busy and find another parking spot.”