Page 75 of Set In Stone

Without warning, Alexander pulled me to him once more, hoisting me up just enough so that my feet barely skimmed thefloor.

“You will be the death of me, do you know that?” he growled into my ear. “Do you know what you look like out here on the dance floor? I’ve been watching your hips, your legs, your curves. And so has every other man in the place. You’re so goddamn hot and you don’t even knowit.”

To my surprise, I felt an undeniable hard rigidness begin to grow against mybelly.

Holy shit. He’s turnedon.

Using the knowledge of his arousal to my advantage, I kissed him long and hard. The heat of his lips against mine spread like wildfire through my veins and my heart began to hammer an erratic beat in my ears. The music changed, spinning into a popular Ed Sheeran mix. After a moment, I pulled back to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark andhungry.

“Dance with me,” I toldhim.

Alexander lowered me so that my feet were firmly planted on the ground. Clasping my right hand, he flashed a wicked and melt-worthy smile, before sending me into a spin. He yanked me back into his arms, his chest hard against mine, and we began tomove.

His motions were effortless, making me appear to be a much better dancer than I actually was. I had nearly forgotten how well Alexander could dance. He moved around me in a flawless rhythm, sexy and confident, before pulling my hips against him once more. He teased me with a slow circulargrind.

“I know your grandmother taught you East Coast Swing, but please don’t tell me that she taught you these movestoo.”

He chuckled, the deep sound of his laughter carrying over the thumpingmusic.

“No, baby. These are allmine.”

In my semi-buzzed state, I found myself shamelessly gyrating against him as he lowered himself down my body. Grabbing my waist and pressing his face against my stomach, he ran his hands up and down my legs. All of his attention was on me, as if there wasn’t another soul in theclub.

“You’re crazy, do you know that?” Iteased.

His hips never stopped moving as he returned to a standingposition.

“Not crazy. Just in love with the shape of you,” he sang, mimicking the song lyrics. I threw my head back and laughed as he took hold of my hipsagain.

Feeling emboldened by his actions, I reached between us and splayed my palm against the fly of his designer jeans. I felt him tremble before he pulled my handaway.

Gripping the back of my neck, he pulled my ear to hislips.

“I’m going to punish you for that, MissCole.”

“Is that a promise?” I provoked. He groaned, the vibration against my ear followed by hot and heavybreaths.

“You really are trying to kill me, aren’tyou?”

I laughed and looked around to see where Allyson and Matteo had gone. They were still dancing, Matteo flinging Allyson’s petite body around effortlessly. Matteo, like Alexander, had some pretty good dance moves aswell.

The music began to fade out, transitioning into another track. I was panting and sweating fromexertion.

“Why don’t we go sit and have another drink,” Alexander suggested. He too was sweating, his hair falling in damp waves over hisbrow.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Iagreed.

When we got back to the table, our server was there at the ready to pour us another round. While I was out dancing with Allyson, Alexander and Matteo must have added to our bottle collection. The Scotch and the Dom Pérignon was now joined by another brand of whiskey and a couple bottles of white wine. I eyed up the people who stood waiting in line for their drinks at the bar. I didn’t envy them in theleast.

I could get used to this bottle servicething.

Leaning back against Alexander, I took a sip of the chilled wine, feeling like a spoiledprincess.

“We should go dancing more often,” Alexander said as he trailed a finger up and down my arm. “Just do me a favor. Don’t wear such a short skirt nexttime.”

I rolled my eyes and ignored hiscomment.

“Yeah, we should do this again soon. It’s a goodtime.”

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