Page 23 of Catch You

Taking her wrists, I lift her arms so they rest over my shoulders. Her breasts press against my chest, and I fight the need to growl. My hands drop to her hips and close any last space between us as we move in time with the music. Her curves fit the hard planes of my body perfectly, and I can’t help my mind wandering to just how we might move together when we’re naked.

My cock swells in my pants. Fuck, I want this woman something fierce.

Her eyes still hold mine, the hesitation in them from when I first arrived vanished. I drop my head, my lips brushing over hers gently to see how she’ll respond. Thankfully, she accepts my kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth. Her taste along with her drink mixes and only adds fuel to my raging fire.

My hands slip around to her arse, and I press my hardening cock against her belly, so she knows exactly what kind of reaction she stirs in me.

“Corey,” she moans as I kiss down her neck, and I damn near lose my shit.

“We should probably either stop or get out of here before I do something that will end with me in a police cell.”

Her shocked eyes find mine, but the small smile on her lips gives me hope that she’s on my wavelength. She searches my face for a few seconds. I’ve no idea what she’s looking for, but she must be happy with what she finds because she reaches up, her lips brushing my ear, and whispers, “We should probably leave then. You’re no good to me locked up.”

Fucking hell. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Okay … oh … yeah.” She laughs at my obvious shock, and although it’s the pounding beat of the music that’s filling my ears, the sound of her chuckle hits me right in the chest. “Come on then.” I take her hand once again as we make our way from the dance floor.

She pauses when she catches the eye of her friend. Harlow points to me and then the door—much to Brooke’s delight, if the smile that stretches across her face is anything to go by.

“Where to then?” she asks once we step away from the noise and commotion behind us.

“Uh …” I look up and my eyes land on a fancy looking hotel across the street. “Right here?”

She follows my line of sight. “Sure. It’s probably better than having to spend the night listening to Brooke and whoever she’s pulled.”

With a smile, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me. Her sweet, floral scent fills my nose, and a wave of desire washes through me so strong I worry it might take me to my knees. Hopefully, she’ll be naked by the time that happens.

7

HARLOW

One moment we’re at the reception desk asking about a room, and the next we’re in the elevator watching the doors close. The air is electric, desire flooding through my veins. The second we’re alone in the enclosed space, he turns to me, closing the gap between us.

My breath catches as his blue eyes stare down into mine. Dirty thoughts play out as clear as day in his eyes. The memory of his body pressed against mine pops into my head, and a thrill runs through me, pushing me forward and reminding me that it’s okay to let go for a night. To take the escape I need and just enjoy myself.

Doing this, getting a hotel room with a somewhat random guy, isn’t me reverting to my past mistakes. I’m an adult now, and I’m making an informed—okay, somewhat slightly drunk—decision.

I know that if I walked away from him for a second night, I’d only lie in bed later and regret it. Regrets are good for no one. I’ve got enough of them lurking in my past to prove it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, the heat of his body warming mine. His hand cups my jaw, and he tilts my head back to give him the access he needs to my lips.

This time, there’s no caution when he kisses me. There’s no sweet, gentle brush of his lips against mine, and there’s certainly no hesitation.

His tongue parts my lips the second we connect, and he dives straight in, demanding mine to join, which it does immediately.

He steps forward, forcing me take one back so that I’m pinned between the mirrored wall and his hard body.

His hand skims down my body before finding the bare skin of my knee. He hitches my leg up around his waist, then runs his hot palm down my thigh until he can grab my ass, rocking me against him.

“Oh God,” I groan into his mouth as his erection rubs against my heated core.

It’s been so long that I’d almost forgotten just how good this could be.

He grinds his hips slowly, and the sensation makes my head spin as the elevator rises through the building. The unfiltered lust mixes with the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, and all of it together helps to drag me from my own head and forces me to enjoy the moment.

Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time that happened.

Sadly, the elevator chimes, and we’re forced to part.

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