Page 99 of Fear of Intimacy

“One more then we are dancing!” Mila yelled over the music.

The memory of swaying with Trevor at the club in Australia made my body heat up. The last time we shared that moment, I was too tipsy to fully appreciate it. I wasn’t going to make that mistake tonight. I was going to be with my boyfriend on the dance floor all night long.

Another tray of shots appeared and was quickly emptied. I didn’t hesitate in knocking mine back with a wince. Breathing through the burn, I slid from the booth, putting my hands on the table and looking at Trevor. “Dance with me.”

“Me?” Trevor acted confused as he pointed to himself, the corner of his lips twitching.

“No, Bryton.” I deadpanned. “Come on.” I made a grabbing motion with my hand. I gave him a little pout, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist. With a shake of his head, he slid out of the booth, grabbing my hand.

With a wide grin, I pulled him with me, the others following behind us. The music washed over my skin as westepped onto the dance floor, the ground vibrating beneath us from the music and the crowd.

Trevor tugged on my hand, making me spin around to face him as his hands fell to my hips and mine landed on his chest.

The way Trevor stared down at me made my entire body light up. It might have been dark, but I could see a hungry look in his eyes. Could feel the intensity of them as he looked right at me as I danced against him.

I loved the way he looked at me, as if I were the most incredible thing he’d ever laid eyes on. With just one glance, I was a mess at his feet, especially when he gazed at me like he wanted to consume every part of me.

“You clean up well!” I yelled over the music. He may have only been wearing a simple white T-shirt with dark jeans, but he looked better than every other man in this place.

“So do you.” His eyes roamed the dark blue dress I had on, the tips of his fingers toying with the string at the back that kept it in place. One little tug would have it pooling at my feet.

Meeting his hungry gaze, I ignored everyone around us and started shimmying my hips, going back and forth between dancing like a dork and grinding against him.

My skin was slick with sweat, and I was breathing heavily as I turned until my back was pressed against his chest. The bottom of my dress grazed the back of my thighs, the silky fabric making it easy to grind my ass back against Trevor.

Trevor’s grip on my hips was almost bruising, and he helped guide me backward. I could feel how much he enjoyed what I was doing as he ground his groin against me, pressing his hard length into my backside.

“You’re doing that on purpose, Sunshine,” Trevor whispered against my neck, his lips softly trailing along my shoulder and sending a shiver down my spine.

“Maybe I am.” I twerked my ass in response, smirking at the low groan he made at the movement.

One of his hands left my hips to press against my stomach, keeping my lower half pressed tightly against him. My back arched as my hands moved over my head to wrap around his neck. I was fairly certain our current position wasn’t appropriate but not a single part of me cared.

“Do that again and I won’t be responsible for what I do next.” Trevor nipped at the skin on my neck, inducing a thrill that slipped down my spine and ended between my legs.

I moved my hips just slightly, feeling him harden even more.

“Behave.”

Fuck.I loved when he talked like that. His voice got so dominating and deep. I could tell he was trying to control himself, but my bratty side was having none of that. Not caring about the consequences, I moved my hips down and in a circle, grinding even harder against his crotch.

“Shit”

I got the exact response I wanted. I did it again, getting more turned on by the second. I was basically dry humping him right there on the dance floor.

After the third time, Trevor stepped away from me. I opened my mouth to say something, only to close it when he grabbed my hand and yanked me after him. I stumbled in my heels but didn’t say a word as Trevor shoved his way through the crowd of dancers.

My mind was in a fog and all I could think about was Trevor inside of me. Whether that be his cock, his fingers, or his mouth.

The way Trevor gripped my hand and marched through the club told me I had pushed him too far. A thrill of excitement shot through me.

Biting my lip, I stumbled after him as he headed for thebathrooms. Luck was on our side as one of the doors opened right as we got there. Completely ignoring the line of people waiting, Trevor shoved past them and stepped into the restroom. Behind me, people protested but the door slammed shut a second later.

I was shoved against the door as he flipped the lock. A hand immediately encased my throat as Trevor kept me pinned against the bathroom door. Thankfully, it was a single bathroom.

“You little fucking tease,” Trevor said through clenched teeth. The look he gave me made me groan under my breath. “Like I told you in Australia, if you want to be touched, all you have to do is ask.”

“I want to be touched.” My voice came out cheeky, making Trevor tighten his hand around my throat just a little bit more. I couldn’t help myself, especially when he was towering over me, hand around my throat, a look on his face that said he was going to fuck me regardless of where we were.

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