Page 62 of In the Net
The warm glow from the cocktails I’ve drunk tonight has my nerves loose. I feel emboldened to approach Sebastian. I don’t drop his gaze as I walk up to him.
“In the mood for a dance, Harper?” Sebastian’s grin is a cocky slash across his angular face. A new song comes on, and suddenly we’re much deeper into the dance floor as more peoplecrowd onto it. Bodies move unrestrained all around us as the music pounds.
Even though we’re right in the middle of a crowd, it feels like we’re in our own bubble together, as the raunchy song has everyone focused on nothing but the body closest to their own.
“We’ll have to get used to this, too. There’s a lot of dancing at a DeCicco wedding,” I say, referring to my mom’s side of the family, the side that has large and frequent gatherings.
Amusement splashes on Sebastian’s face. “They play music like this at your family weddings?”
“Our weddings always have open bars. Things have been known to get a little wild.”
I pull in a sharp breath when Sebastian’s hands fall to my hips. The feeling of his strong fingertips pressing against my soft skin through the fabric of my dress has my stomach gyrating as much as the bodies around us.
“Is that so?” His voice is a low rasp, intensity sharpening in his eyes as they bore into me.
Feeling tipsy and impulsive, I step forward, into his space. His scent and sheer presence flood my senses. His grip on me tightens, and he devours the last of the space between us by pulling me flush against him.
I nod, giving in to the urge of my body to sway with the music.
My eyes track down Sebastian’s neck. It’s hot, ensconced in this knot of dancing bodies, and a sheen of perspiration covers his skin. His Adam’s apple bulges as I sway my hips to the beat of the song.
Sebastian starts to dance, too, his body moving with mine in a lithe, loose rhythm. I sway my hips at just the right time as he tilts his so that the front of my pelvis brushes against him.
Pleasure bursts through my body, filling my center with a liquid heat and sending a heavy dose of adrenaline through mybloodstream. My whole body lights up, heat prickling over my skin as my nipples firm into sharp nubs beneath my dress.
A sharp ache pulses between my legs. The muscles at the peak of my thighs and low in my core are tight and twisting with want. I find myself craving more of the pleasure I just felt, more friction with Sebastian’s body.
We press closer together, the swell of my breasts plastered to the hard plane of his chest. When he moves, friction scrapes against my nipples. I clench my throat to suppress a moan as another wave of pleasure washes through me.
Arousal gathers, a slick, hot feeling between my legs. My clit is humming with want, and I have to pull my lower lip between my teeth to suppress the desire to wantonly grind against Sebastian. We’re already toeing a line we should be staying far away from. The last thing I need to do is jump over it.
Sebastian’s lips are against my ear. “Is there someone looking at us that you’re trying to fool?”
His question is a tease, but there’s an undertone to it, like he wants the answer to be no. Like he wants me to be doing this just because I want to.
His hips tilt, slanting against my front again. Sharp pleasure pulses between my hips, pressure swelling. I can feel wetness coating the apex of my thighs. It occurs to me I should be embarrassed, mortified even, by the physical reaction the guy I can’t stand is able to coax out of me in a brief dance, but I’m too untethered to feel it.
I can feel from the rumble in his broad chest that Sebastian is saying something else, but I can’t hear it. Not over the music that seems to be getting louder, not over the chaos of bodies gyrating around us, not over the rush of blood pounding in my ears.
A hot quiver runs through my body when I feel Sebastian’s lips scraping against the side of my neck. His glasses pressagainst my cheek. It’s a strangely intimate feeling. I wonder if he ever wears those glasses to bed.
Right as that thought occurs to me, we grind together, and I feel the hard bar of his erection pressing against his jeans. A knot pulls tight in my chest. How can it be so big, so hard?
The thought of that hardness pushing into the tight, slick heat between my legs flashes through me. An unbearable pang of want clenches between my thighs. I open them, hoping to relieve the ache, but Sebastian nudges his leg between them immediately.
The hem of my dress rides up, and there’s nothing but Sebastian’s denim and the thin scrap of my panties keeping my pussy from feeling his skin.
Sebastian’s muscles tense and ripple. I can feel the vibrations of a strangled groan from his chest. My forehead presses to his shoulder. My eyes flutter closed. He spears his fingers through my hair. My cheeks burn.
I feel dizzy. Out of control. The pleasure centers of my brain are firing and overwhelming my better judgment. All I can do is melt into Sebastian’s touch and tilt my hips, the friction of my center against his leg filling my body with sheer bliss.
Sebastian’s hands rake over my body. I feel his erection against me. His hips are tilting and grinding, searching the same friction I am.
The music sounds louder now, the heavy rhythm of it spurring us on. The packed throng of bodies around us doing the same thing we are makes it impossible for us to give a second thought to blindly following our baser instincts.
The pressure swelling in my core expands, an intensity of sensation curling through me that announces the first signs of a building climax.
I shouldn’t have gone this far, but I really shouldn’t go any further. Coming on Sebastian’s leg in the middle of a nightclub?It would be a disaster. I’d never be able to look him in the eye again.
