Page 101 of Destined To Fall

“May I have this dance?” Jeremy says against my ear, his lips brushing the lobe, sending shockwaves ricocheting across my skin.

My heart is frantic, and I’m breathing hard, struggling to steady myself before I turn around.

“It’s not that kinda place. Besides, I was just getting a drink.”

God, he looks good. Dark shirt, dark, tight slacks, his eyes even more captivating up close. I’ve never seen them blaze so fiercely. I want to dive into the deep blue hue, drown in its depths, never coming up for air.

“Later.”

I nod, I think.

He takes my hand, pulling me back into the crowd until we hit the middle of it. There’s barely enough room to stand, leaving only an inch between us and enough energy to set the room on fire. I can smell his heavy scent, smooth and delicious, with hints of sage and allspice tonight. It’s overwhelming the last of my restraint.

I snap to and try to turn the tables. Walking around Jeremy, I trail my fingers up along his forearm to his shoulder and lean in, my breasts brushing against his back.

“I didn’t peg you for the dancing type,” I practically yell in his ear, fighting to be heard over the beat.

I pull back enough to see the lopsided grin I love, and he shakes his head. Moving further around, I run my fingers down the hard planes of his back, brushing his belt as I go. He reaches out, taking my hips in both hands, and pulls me to his side.

“I’m not,” he says in my ear, his breath warm and seductive,“but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. Your body, especially in this dress, is inspiring and indecent.”

I grin from ear to ear.

“Besides,”—Jeremy spins me around a few times in a tight circle until I fall into his chest, laughing—“we’ve already established that I don’t like to watch, and I’ve done enough watching lately. I wouldn’t survive another night of it.”

My body alights and my laughter dies. His hands slide from my hips to my waist as he sways to the music, taking my body with him, brushing his fingertips against the bare skin at my back with every thrum of the bass.

“Careful, Jer. I’m starting to think you’ve changed your mind.” I tease, unnerved.

His lips twitch in response, and his gaze moves to my mouth.

Fuck.

“You keep touching me like this, I might think you mean it.”

Jeremy’s hands move down along the edge of my dress to my ass, gripping it with force, and I feel rather than hear him groan, no doubt discovering my lack of underwear. My breath hitches as he yanks me forward, flush againsteveryhard inch of him. We’re nose to nose, and I can’t move, even if I wanted to. I don’t even know which way I’d go if I did. Pull back and laugh it off, or push and see just how far I could take it?

Jeremy moves first, grazing his nose along my cheek until he reaches my ear.“Is that what you wanted to know? Is that what you needed? Because I can’t help how my body responds to you, but I can control what I do with it.”

He turns me around before I can respond, pressing me to him with a firm right hand to my abdomen, his left brushing the hair off my shoulder, doing crazy things to the bare skin at my back. His lips run across my hammering pulse and up to my ear, his warm breath sending tiny tremors along my flesh.

“Dance with me.” He rocks his hips to the beat, my own responding in kind.“Dance with me like you mean it.”

I try to focus on the music and not on his hands playing havoc on my body, but it’s a losing battle. Giving in to it, I close my eyes and lean into him, wrapping an arm around his neck, his mouth trailing along the exposed flesh of my shoulder.

It doesn’t take long to find our rhythm—it’s sleek and sexual, my skin a live wire. Every brush of Jeremy’s hands along my sides, my back, my hips sends sparks across my body, teasing me into a frenzy. I raise my other arm and shimmy my way down his torso, my hands trailing behind me, noticing the way his breath hitches in as I reach the floor. I take my time sliding my way back up, messing with him further.

“You don’t play fair, Viv.” His fingers dig into my hips as I sway and rub against him. The friction is deliciously torturous.“I’m more than thankful we’re not alone.”

I twist in his grasp, my hands moving to his firm chest, working their way down. I look up into his midnight blue orbs, the fierce desire staring back at me piercing me hard.“That’s never stopped me before…” I trail off, twisting my hands up and under his shirt to the smooth, firm skin of his back.

A tremor runs through him and into my fingers, my pulse spiking with satisfaction. Jeremy reciprocates, catching me off guard as a hand moves to the V of my dress, slipping underneath the stretchy fabric and cupping my bare ass. One stray finger releases its firm grip, tracing the arc in a slow, tantalizing rhythm back and forth, causing my breathing to quicken. All my nerve endings seem singularly directed to his finger and its incessant caressing. To the acute sensations he’s eliciting throughout my body, short-circuiting all relevant—hell, even irrelevant—thought, and sending a hyper pulse to one sole location mere inches from that damn finger.

“We’re playing a dangerous game,” I breathe out, barely above a whisper.

Somehow Jeremy catches it, his hand gripping my ass tighter in response. He drags his fingers up, digging into the soft flesh, and to the opposite hip, turning me in his arms. His palm slides over my bare skin to my stomach.

“Who said anything about playing?” he breathes in my ear, his fingers tracing circles around my navel.

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