Page 8 of Ruined Promises

When I felt strange hands grab my hips, I froze for only a moment. My eyes met Hadley’s, and we had a nonverbal conversation as to whether I should brush this guy off or not. Nobody wants to dance with an ugly creeper. But the way she smiled and nodded slightly told me he wasn’t too bad on the eyes and that she approved.

I should have pulled away and told him tonight was about me and my group celebrating, but what better way to forget about everything than getting lost in someone. And I do just that. The way his hands feel, fingers spread out on my waist, my heart beats so fast it matches the beat of the techno remix the DJ is currently playing.

We are so close that his scent of soap and pine fills my nostrils even through the crowd and sweat. When he slowly spins me around to face him, I come face-to-face with the sexiest man I have ever seen.No wonder Hadley approved.

Dark eyes.

Dark hair that lines his chiseled, sharp jaw.

Broad shoulders that fill out his black button-down shirt.

My eyes follow a bead of sweat as it drops down his Adam’s apple, and I am tempted to trace that same path with my tongue and see just how far the sweat will drop.Get a grip, Lex. You just met this man.Wait, we haven’t even officially met yet. I don’t even know his name.

When our eyes finally connect, it’s as if everyone else disappears, and it’s just us alone in the crowd.

“Ben.”

“Lexi.”

“You’re gorgeous, Lexi.”

My cheeks heat up, and my panties dampen at the sound of my name on his lips. I bring my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. Ben grips my chin and uses his thumb to free my lip from my grasp. Isuckin a breath at how intimate the movement is.

“You know, you’re not so bad yourself.” I give him a cheeky smile, now back to feeling relaxed from his touch. He wraps his arm around my waist, twirling me back around, pulling me flush against his chest.

“You’re quite the dancer, too,” he whispers in my ear, and I close my eyes as I feel his hot breath on my skin.

“Oh? I have all sorts of moves.”Woah, where the fuck did that come from?I sway my hips side to side again and then in a figure-eight motion. I hear him growl behind me as I make sure to press my ass into his groin harder, rubbing against the hardening outline in his pants.

Song after song, we continue to dance.He leans down and nibbles my earlobe, makingwetness pool in my panties. “You keep doing that, I’m going totake you right here on the dance floor and devour you,” he growls.

I lean back, reaching my arm up behind him, running my fingers through the damp hair on the nape of his neck. “Maybe I want you to.”

Ben whips mearound so fastI worry I’ll suffer from whiplash. He brushes the hair out of my face and pulls me tightly against his hard body.I wrap my arms around him to steady myself.

“Do you mean it? Do you want me to?” My body wants nothing more than to say yes. Before I allow my brain and heart to catch up, I nod. His grip tightens on my waist, and his lips crash on mine. This kiss is like no other kiss I have ever experienced. This kiss I feel everywhere, and I am no longer drunk from the champagne; I am drunk on his lips. I slide my arms around his neck, holding him to me. One hand goes from his neck to his chest, gripping his shirt. He groans into my mouth when I roll my pelvis against his erection. The entire time we’ve been dancing, I’ve felt it poking against my back. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to wrap my fingers around him. This is so not like me, but there is something about this man that makes me loose control.

When he nips my bottom lip, Igasp,and he thrusts his tongue against mine. He swallows my moan. His hand grips the bottom of my dress and begins to slide it up. The music changes to a song withmore bass,and we remember we’re in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Ben presses his forehead against mine as I continue to grind against him.

“Lexi, are you sure this is what you want?” His voice is hoarse and tells me he wants me as much as I want him. I stare at him, and he looks just as nervous as I am. This time my heart and brain have caught up with my body.

“Yes.”

He grabs my hand and leads me off the dance floor toward the bathroom. My internal monologue is screaming at me,Are you about to have sex with someone you just met moments ago in the bathroom of a dance club?Ben opens the door slightly to check it’s empty. He then pulls me into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. I stare at his gorgeous figure.Oh,hell yes, this is about to happen.I attack his mouth with my own, pushing him up against the door with a loud thud.

Without breaking our kiss, I reachfor his belt, undoing the loop.When I go to unbutton his pants to free his hard cock, Ben surprises me by swinging me around so my back presses firmly up against the door.Hopefully, no one is on the other side because I am pretty sure they would have heard that loud thump, even over the music.

He weaves his fingers into my hair, tugging on the locks so that my head tilts upward. He takes advantage of my movement by deepening the kiss.I wrap my leg around his waist. One hand meticulously drags down my body to my thigh, aligning my center with his erection.Whenhepullsmy dressup, bunching it aroundmy waist,I throw my head back. It is currently swirling with how much I want this man—no, how much Ineedthis man. It has been so long since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t courtesy of my fingers or toys.

His fingersgraze over my soaked panties, the moisture seeping through the material. He slides the material to the side and dragsa finger over my drenchedslit.

Ben groans, placing his forehead against mine. “Ihoped I would find you wet, but hot damn, baby, you’re soaked.”He doesn’thesitateslidingtwo fingers inside me, and I already feelthe orgasmbeginto rip through me.His fingers slide in and out as his lips lick, nip, and suck my skinalong my collarbone.

“Mmm,” he hums against my skin. My pussy walls contract against his fingers, but just as I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers from me.

I whine at the loss of his touch. I open my eyesto say “what the hell” when I see him undoing his pants, freeinghis cock.Holy shit,there is no way that thing is going fit inside me.He reaches downfor his wallet toretrieve a condomas I squirm my thighs together, needing some sort of friction in hopes of seeking themuch-neededrelease.

Ben’s eyes meet mine, and a devilish smirk appears on his lips.“Spread your legs, Lex.Only I get to make you come.”

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