Page 16 of Avoiding Temptation
“Better,” he whispers when I relax against him. “Just go with the flow.”
Something about those words make me tense again. I’ve gone with the flow my entire life—that’s how I ended up stuck where I was. But I soon realise that this is different. Joe’s version of going with the flow doesn’t involve some of the things my previous life did. His version is about letting go and having fun. Exactly what I told him I wanted.
His fingers dig into my hips a little more, forcing me to shut down my thoughts and just move.
I press back into him, our bodies lining up perfectly. His movements are perfectly in sync with the music. The bass pounds so loud that the floor beneath me vibrates, and it only adds to the tingles that are already surging around my body at being so close to him.
Resting my head back against his shoulder, my eyes fall shut and I soak up the moment. There’s every possibility that I might not get this chance again. I could be found and dragged back to face the music at any moment. It’s a fact that I can never forget as I constantly look over my shoulder, waiting for an unwanted familiar face.
I’ve no idea how much time passes or how many songs play while we stand in the exact same position, moving against each other. My aching feet seem to vanish along with the hundreds of people around us. The only thing I notice is that the more I rub my arse against Joe, the harder his cock presses into me. The knowledge that I’m the one doing that fills me with so much delight I can barely wipe the smile off my face. I’m not sure I’ve ever really turned anyone on before. I can say with absolute certainty that I’ve never experienced the tension that’s sizzling between us right now.
My pulse thunders through my veins and the unmistakable throb between my legs intensifies. I’ve no doubt the man behind me could help me experience things I’ve been missing out on, but as incredible as this feels right now, I still can’t forget the reasons why it shouldn’t be happening.
A growl rumbles up his throat before his breath tickles my ear. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were doing that on purpose. I didn’t think you wanted that tonight, Miss Smith.”
I have no words, so when I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is a needy moan.
“Jesus. You have any idea how badly I need you right now?” My chest heaves as excitement explodes in my belly.
Those few words should be enough to make me step away, to put the space between us that there should be, but in reality, they do the opposite. With his scent surrounding me and the effects of the alcohol controlling my body, I want everything he has to offer.
“Joe,” I moan, turning my head so my nose runs along the skin of his neck. I breathe in his woodsy scent, and it only makes my need for him stronger.
He looks down at me. The moment our eyes connect, I think he’s going to take everything he wants, and a slither of terror runs through me.
But he doesn’t.
He doesn’t drop his head. His lips don’t find mine. His hand, however…that does move. The rough skin of his palm scratches up the smooth skin of my stomach until his fingers slip inside the fabric of my top.
He reaches my ribs, and I swear I stop breathing. My breasts swell with the need to be touched, my nipples pebble against the heavy fabric hanging over them, and heat floods my core in anticipation.
Time stands still as his hand continues to move. The second his thumb brushes against the underside of my breast, I suck in a huge breath.
“Oh god,” I moan, pressing back harder into him as I almost lose the use of my legs.
His hand cups my breast, and I swear I nearly fall apart from that alone. He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and my eyes flutter shut so I can focus on the sensation racing through my body.
My chest heaves, my heart races, and my head spins. He’s barely touching me, but I’m falling apart at the seams.
“You think I can give you that screaming orgasm from this alone?”
My response is a whimper.
His hips keep moving against my arse, his cock now impossibly hard against me. My core clenches with need to feel him inside me.
“I bet you taste so sweet. If we were anywhere else, I’d rip that fabric from your body and find out. Would you want that?”
Whimper.
He palms my breast again. Even the mention of where we are right now doesn’t concern me. I’m too lost to him and the sensations he’s erupting in my body.
“I’d lick and suck until you were begging for more.” His voice is barely a whisper, but the deep, rumbling timbre has heat blooming low in my stomach.
His other hand teases at the waistband of my jeans.
“You think anyone would notice if I were to find out how wet you are for me right now?”
Whimper.
