Page 20 of Tamed By You

I glance at Ali, and if looks could kill, the one she’s giving me right now would be the one to end me. Her eyes narrow, jaw ticking.

Moving my mouth close to her ear I say, “Just stay still. I’m not going to touch you, okay?”

“Uh huh.” Her reply is barely audible.

I straddle her and the cheers and hollering get louder.

“Go on, Haz!” Brett chants as I start to undo the top three buttons of my shirt, slowly rotating my hips. Harley’s eyes bug out of her head, and I let out a little chuckle. A flash of blonde hair speeds past me and I've achieved what I wanted.

I lean down to Harley. “You’re free to go.”

I get up, turn on my heel, and prowl to Ali as she walks away toward the bar. Grabbing her arm, spinning her to face me, I slide one arm around her waist and the other under her thigh, hoisting her up.

“Harry,” she screams.

She fits in my arms so perfectly, and heat floods my body when she grips the back of my neck for support. I almost consider carrying her out of here and up to my suite. But I think better of it because no one knows about us.

I head back to the booth, our friends cheering even louder now. I place her down on the leather couch in the booth, then straddling her lap, leaning in, my teeth nipping her earlobe.

“Jealous, are we, Ali Cat?”

Chapter Ten

Ali

His spicy scent swirls around me, making me lightheaded, causing my eyes to flutter. My tongue feels like cotton in my mouth and I’m unable to swallow. I just stare up at Harry, who is straddling my lap in front of all our friends.

What the fuck?

I shake my head, willing myself to get it together. “You wish,” I bite back.

Pulling his shirt free from his pants, he proceeds to unbutton it, agonizingly slowly. I watch as his fingers work the buttons. Finally reaching the last one, he peels his shirt from his body, tossing it to the side, revealing his toned abs and tattoos. His muscles flex and I think I stop breathing for a quick minute.

More cheers echo around us, the music changes, and with it my heart rate. My gaze trails down, the urge to lick his bodyunbearable. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache that’s formed between them. My temperature rises at a concerning rate as he braces his hands on either side of my head on the back of the couch, caging me in.

He leans down, his hot breath fanning over my skin, and whispers, “Get ready, Ali, baby.”

Taking my hands, he places them on his ass and begins to roll his body in a way that would putChanning Tatumto shame.

I squeeze his cheeks as he grinds on my lap, his hard length rubbing against me. I fight the urge to open my legs and invite him in, because holy shit, this is hot.

On instinct, my hips start to roll, and I watch as he grins.

Damn, my traitorous body.What is it about him that makes my body react this way?I’m so turned on I fear I’m about to slide off the damn seat.

Taking my wrists, he places them on his chest, smoothing them down his perfectly sculpted abs as he continues to body roll. His hips thrust into my lap, perfectly timed with the sensual beat of the music in the club.

He brings his mouth dangerously close to mine. I'm convinced, for just a second, he's going to kiss me, but instead, he goes to my neck and presses a soft kiss to my pulse point, then drags his hot tongue up my neck, peppering kisses to my jaw, grazing my earlobe, igniting a fire right in my core. His hand slides into my hair. “I've licked you, so you’re mine.”

I gasp in shock… or is it pleasure? Who the fuck knows at this point? I feel dizzy with need for this man. I lean my forehead against his bare chest, but then suddenly, he climbs off me. My head falls forward as a woosh of air leaves my lungs as my vision blurs for a second. Gabby and Ria come over squealing.

“Holy shit, who knew Harry could move like that,” Gabby shrieks pulling me up.

Me, I did, and he fucks just as good too.

I smooth out my hair, my mouth drier than a graham cracker. Reaching for a glass of I don't know what, but I don't care at this point, I down the contents of the glass.

With his shirt now back on like nothing happened, Harry turns to face me with a shit-eating grin plastered on his ridiculously gorgeous face. “You are welcome, Ali Cat. No need to thank me. Those flushed cheeks are all the acknowledgment I need to confirm I just got you nice and flustered.”

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