Page 48 of Totally Played
“So what if they are?” he asks, moving back to look down at me, that same wide smile he has always had for me. “I always say, dance like no one’s watching, even though someone probably is.”
I glance around, checking to see who could be watching me, only I find not a single set of eyes on me, except Ash’s. Rachel is too busy lip-locked with Fort to notice us. What would she say if she did know? Would she even care?
“We can go somewhere else if you want?” he asks, but I shake my head.
“I want to stay, if you do.”
“I will go anywhere you’ll have me.”
My stomach swirls, and I let myself fall into step with him. The rhythm of the beat washes over me, helping to ease my nerves as he moves closer. It’s like I can almost see the energy building, drawing us near with every beat of the music.
He guides me gently side to side, turning us in place, and when my thigh knocks against his leg, I step wider, so that his leg can move between mine. I’m hard, breathing heavy, my cock straining against my jeans, begging for friction. I take a slowbreath in, letting his intoxicating scent envelop my senses, and then I close the final gap between us, his thigh pressing hard against my groin. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and I can feel his erection against my leg, and knowing I did that to him has my chest swelling and my hips grinding harder.
“Holy shit, you’re so beautiful,” he leans in to whisper as his arms hug me tighter against him. My hands slip under my jacket, moving softly over the top of the satin corset underneath.
I step back a little, bring my hands around to the front and slowly unzip the soft leather.
“I think it’s time this came off,” I say, and he smirks, shrugging out of it, and laying it over one arm. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt underneath a black satin corset that’s tied tight at the back and connected up the front by big, shiny gold clasps. “Wow.”
“Do you like it?”
“Hell, yes. I never even thought a man could wear one of those, but shit, it looks so hot on you. Do you have more?”
He bites his lower lip, taking me by the waist and pulling me close, his erection pushed hard against my thigh again.
“A whole closet full. Would you like to see them?”
I swallow the lump in my throat, and though I have zero clue what being with a man might be like, I know I want him.
I push up on my toes to whisper in his ear.
“Are you asking to take me back to your place?”
“Are you saying yes?” he breathes into my neck before kissing the crease where it meets my shoulder, soft and slow.
I grip the back of his neck and pull his mouth harder against my skin, his kisses growing firmer, his tongue sliding up my neck, tasting my sweat, bringing every nerve in my body alive with desire.
“I’m saying yes,” I breathe, then I turn and grab his hand and pull him through the crowd to the door.
My heart is pounding like never before. Am I really doing this? What is it I am saying yes to exactly? Fuck, I have no clue. I mean, I have a clue, but no idea how to do any of it. He glances back at me, those piercing eyes sparkling and wide lustful grin, and my cock twitches and I know the only thing that matters. I want him.
I make a move for the cabs.
“I’m not that far, this way,” he says, guiding me to follow him along the street.
“How long have you lived here?” I ask.
“A couple of years now.”
“I can’t believe I’ve never seen you around, though.”
He shrugs.
“We both travel a lot.”
I keep wondering if I had met Ash earlier, would we have hit it off this strong? I’d like to think so. From the moment we met, there was this easy flow between us and a magnetic pull that seems to have awakened a side of myself I never knew existed.
“That’s true.”
