Page 123 of Kings Against the World

“You know what’s funny? This is probably the first real time I have slow danced.”

“Not big on school dances, eh?”

“Not a single one. I wasn’t a joiner.”

“Same. You could usually find me out back lighting up.”

“That doesn’t surprise me one bit.”

“But you know that makes tonight even more special,” he says. “I’m giving you your first slow dance experience.”

“Better late than never.”

“If we were in high school together, you know I would’ve been all over you, right?”

I snicker as we sway to the music. “At your own risk. You know I once got suspended for punching a boy in the face? His crime? Smacking my ass.”

“Yeah? And what do I get now?”

Ozzie taunts me with another firm squeeze of my backside, amusement gleaming in his gaze. My fingers slide to his nape and I pull his mouth down to mine. I let my tongue lick at his lips, then push inside his mouth for a deeper kiss, returning the favor.

Accepting his challenge and upping the ante.

He gets it right away, releasing a low growl from his chest. His grip on my ass tightens, groping the curved flesh harder, instantly making me want more. More of his rough hands on me and more hungry kisses like this.

We forget about the slow dancing we’ve started and instead lose ourselves in the mounting foreplay. Ozzie fondles my ass, hips and thighs, slipping a hand down the back of my jeans.

Inside my panties.

I drag my nails up his nape, across his tattooed scalp, flicking my tongue against his. He plays along, our kiss hot and deep. We’re breathing harder, growing impatient the more we taste and feel each other.

I’ve never desired a man like I do Ozzie. Sex has always been a practical necessity that I engaged in to satisfy a basichuman need. Never for anything pleasurable or satisfying. Never because I enjoyed the act with the man I was with at the time.

Those men could’ve been almost anyone.

But it’s the opposite with Ozzie—the kissing, the touching, the foreplay, the sex itself are all things I crave. All things I only want from him and him alone.

It’s deeper than a practical necessity. It’s carnal desire that makes me ache to feel him in every way possible.

He kisses me ’til neither of us can stand another moment like this.

“Bedroom?” he mutters, nipping at my jaw.

“Now,” I answer, just as flushed and overcome.

It’s as we start toward the bedroom, trading kisses and tugging at each other’s clothes, that I notice the door is already slightly ajar. Through the crack I can see the glow of some dimmed lights. Considering I had left the room pitch-black with the door closed, it makes me realize why Ozzie wasn’t by my side when I saw Mace and Sydney off.

“What’s that?” I ask.

Ozzie merely grins, then kisses me all over again on the mouth.

I nudge the door open once it’s within reach and then stop in my tracks at what I find inside. Candles lit around the room and a welcome basket of adult goodies—including everything from vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds and what seems to be whipped cream flavored lube.

A surprised laugh leaves me. “Sothisis what you were doing.”

“I told Mace to keep you and Syd talking. Worked like a charm.”

“It did, did it?” I fist at his t-shirt and drag his mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “I should’ve been suspicious the second you weren’t by my side.”

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