Page 108 of When You Had Me Adapting

“You may have mentioned it,” she flirts, the back of her head rests on my shoulder.

I flip her around and pull her into me. My leg is between hers. Her body writhes against it and our eyes find each other. The rest of the bar disappears.

My fingers trail down her spine. She pushes her hips forward and lets out a moan. Her head falls back, exposing her neck. I press a kiss to her pulse point. She pushes her hips forward again and my cock hardens below my shorts.

Her eyes meet mine and her mouth slightly parts. Bending down, I take her mouth with mine in a filthy kiss. Her body continues to grind against me and my hands pull her in close. My mouth moves to her neck and then up to her ear.

“Do you feel that, pixie? Do you feel how hard you make me?”

Her eyes find mine, and then she turns and runs off the dance floor.Fuck.

I glance over to our table. Logan shrugs and Tanner shoots me a thumbs up.

“Lacey,” I yell, following her. “Wait, come back.”

She doesn’t answer me and instead keeps moving through the crowd of people toward the back of the bar. I catch up to her in three long strides just in time for the bathroom door to slam in my face and her to disappear behind it.

I bang on the door, desperate to know what she’s thinking. Worried I said too much.

“Lacey, open the door. Please don’t run from me. Talk to me. I’m sorry if I?—”

The door swings open. “What are we doing?” she asks, breathless. Her face is flushed and she runs her hand through her hair. “You can’t talk to me like that. You can’t kiss me like that. Not here. You can’t make me want you this badly.”

“You want me?” I smirk.

“Yes, you idiot.” She lets out a long breath. “Fuck, you saying those things… I had to walk away from you before… I don’t know. I just knew I needed space. We’re in a bar for Christ’s?—”

“Youneeded space?” My breaths are ragged. “You want to talk about needing space? Do you know how hard it’s been having to be around you tonight after that kiss we shared? After that phone call? How torturous it was for me to watch you lick the neck of that bottle and not think about your tongue on my cock? How difficult it’s been to have you teasing me all night in that fucking dress?—”

“Why do you think I wore the dress, J?” Her lips turn up into a sexy grin.

“Lacey.” My tone is laced with warning because all she has to do is say the word and I’m hers.

Her green eyes lock on mine and they’re filled with desire. Her chest rises and falls. I want to push my way into this bathroom and show her exactly what that dress makes me want to do to her, but I don’t move. Instead, I stand there staring at her, my breaths heavy, hoping she’ll invite me in.

She steps forward and fists my shirt, pulling me over the threshold of the door and into the small bathroom. I slam the door shut and flip the lock. My lips find hers and my hands knot in the back of her hair, tipping her head ever so slightly. Her lips part and she lets me in. Our bodies crash up against the wall. Her hands run up my back and her nails dig into my shoulders. She lets out a loud moan and I push my hips into her letting her feel my length. Her hands find the button of my shorts and I pull away, grazing her lower lip with my teeth.

“The first time I fuck you will not be in this bar.” I grab her wrists stopping her from unbuttoning my pants and place her hands above her head. “Don’t move. Let me.”

She nods. Her pupils are blown, her hair is a mess, and her lips are swollen. I lay kisses down her neck, stopping to suck slightly on her ear lobe. I can feel her writhe underneath me.

“Can I touch you?” I ask. My hands trailing down the sides of her dress and cupping her ass. She nods.

“I’m going to need you to use your words.”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” Her breath hitches and I slightly lift her dress. Moving her lace thong to the side, I slide a finger up her center and she lets out another moan.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Should I clean you up?”

She nods frantically.

“Words, pixie.”

“Yes,” she breathes out, and I drop to my knees in front of her.

I move her thong down her legs and help her step out of it before shoving it into the pocket of my shorts. I lift one of her legs and place it over my shoulder. Her hips jolt forward, begging me to taste her as I lay kisses down her thigh.

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