Page 8 of Catch You

“What about you?” I ask, hoping to get the heat off me.

“What about me? I wanted him, yeah. Especially now I know just how hot he is. But I don’t think he’s all that interested in me.”

“I’m sure he is. You bulldozed your way into our conversation. He was just a little shocked, is all.”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” Her eyes focus on something over my shoulder, but, assuming it’s just a guy who’s caught her attention, I block her out in favor of losing myself to the music.

Brooke is right about one thing: I do need to let my hair down.

As the beat of the music flows through me, I immediately feel lighter. I allow the stress of work and the pressure I put on myself to do a good job to fall away before attempting to forget about everything else, if only for a few minutes.

With the alcohol flowing through my veins, I forget that I’m surrounded by hundreds of people who are potentially watching me and lose myself in the movements of my body.

My eyes close and my head falls back as I raise my hands above my head and move my hips. It’s the freest I’ve felt in a long time.

I still the second hands land on my hips. I drop my arms immediately, ready to push away whoever it is who thinks they’ve got the right to touch me, when a familiar voice rumbles in my ear.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?” His familiar deep voice drags me from my own little world, and I immediately relax back, allowing the tingles his touch creates to flow around my body. “Dance with me?”

I don’t bother replying. Instead, I just move with him when he presses the length of his body against my back. His touch burns as he pins me against him.

“I was watching you.” A groan rumbles up my throat. “The way you move. It’s intoxicating.” His fingers clench against my skin, and I welcome the slight bite of pain as my body takes on a life of its own. “I don’t dance, but I couldn’t bear to watch someone else take my place.”

Oh God.

My head spins, and I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or just the effect he has on me.

Our hips move in time with the music, and I shut off everything but the beat and the heat of him surrounding me. With my eyes closed, I rest my head back against his chest and just …feel.

I have no idea how much time or how many songs pass, but eventually just dancing must get too much for him. I’ve been able to feel his length against my ass almost since we first connected, and I can’t deny that it hasn’t sent a little thrill or two through me.

Releasing one of my hips, he lifts his fingers so he can sweep my hair from my neck before placing his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear. My body shudders with the contact, and his lips curl into a smile.

“You’re driving me crazy, baby.” I melt in his arms and give in to temptation.

Spinning so we’re facing once again, I look up into his eyes. The blue is significantly darker compared to when I first looked into them earlier this evening.

His tongue runs along his bottom lip, and I can’t help but watch its journey. His eyes bounce between mine before he lowers his head.

Time seems to stop as I wait for us to connect, but the second his lips brush mine it’s like someone hits fast forward on my life.

He kisses me softly, just an innocent brush of lips, before his hands slip up to my waist and his tongue teases my lips. I press myself into his body, and my lips part, eager to accept what he has to offer.

The second our tongues collide, something explodes between us. My fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, and I cling onto him for fear that my knees are going to buckle as our tongues explore and our teeth clash. It’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed, but fuck, I don’t remember it ever being like this.

One song blurs into the next, but eventually we part in favor of dragging some air into our lungs. Although, Corey doesn’t go all that far as he runs kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” he murmurs into my ear when he gets there, making me shiver with delight.

“I … uh …” I stutter, now feeling a little awkward, seeing as we’re standing in the middle of a massive crowd, having just made out like teenagers in front of them all.

In front of my colleagues and an entire hockey team.

Both our chests heave, and when I look into his eyes, I find them almost black with desire. Lust hits me right in the core, knowing that I can cause that kind of reaction in a man like him. It’s usually Brooke who does this kind of thing. I wonder for a moment what’s come over me. It’s been years since I’ve pushed everything aside in favor of the type of pleasure only a man can offer. I tell myself that it’s either the tequila or the dress—possibly a mix of both—giving me a bit of the confidence I used to have in my younger years.

Blowing out a breath, knowing that I need to put some space between us before this goes too far, I stand back.

I don’t look up at him again for fear of what I might find on his face.

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