Page 34 of Your Biggest Downfall
A smile crept on my lips.
“Yeah, baby, you probably could,” I whispered, spinning her around.
I was fucking gone the moment her beautiful eyes met mine. This was my woman. All mine and this high was exactly what I needed. Who knew that all I needed in life was a little line and fucking Nova Thatcher in my life. In my life or on my cock. Or both.
I was throbbing hard as I ran my hands down the necklace that was playing with me in the middle of her breasts.
“How do you feel?” I asked, trying to remember that I wasn’t just having fun with her.
I needed to keep her safe, but it was so hard when every little thing felt so... good.
My brain was short-circuiting. Everything was moving at an intense and bright pace, yet the thoughts rolled in so slowly. I couldn’t string two words together because they were coming at me quickly.
“I feel like... I want to dance.” Nova reached up, wrapping her hand around my neck, and pressed her body close to mine.
I just wanted to fuck her, but fine, dancing sounded great too. “Let’s go, Supernova.”
I pulled her to the makeshift dance floor next to where the rest of the guys were. Jer knew I liked to get high, but aside from him, no one else was in on this secret.
“This is the best fucking feeling in the world,” Nova whispered as she slid her warm body closer to mine.
“I feel so alive,” I told her in her ear, nibbling at her lobe.
I didn’t give a fuck who saw us. Nova was mine, and I wanted to feel her against me.
A beautiful blonde pushed into my frame, taking my Nova away from me.
“What the fuck?” I shouted and then got between them.
“Are you okay? Nova?” Luna, her friend, said.
“I am so more than okay, Lun. Let this be.”
Luna looked between us, but I reached out as Nova extended her hands toward me. We intertwined our fingers as the blonde moved from my view.
“You’re back,” I said over the thumping of the bass.
“I’m here,” she murmured.
“Dance with me,” I crooned.
“Everyone will see.”
“Fuck. Them.” I grabbed her by the waist as she giggled and pulled her closer.
I could feel her tight nipples through the thin material of the dress, and what I wouldn’t do to feel her, touch her, and taste her.
“This is a nightmare,” she said, but she didn’t pull away. “Anyone could take their phone out. We’re causing a scene.”
My hands went carefully to her hair, not pulling but exploring the way her smoothness felt. I loved the way her curls coiled around my fingers.
I leaned down to her ear, sniffing, and whispered, “You are so fucking sexy, Nova. I’ve always thought of how fucking beautiful you’d look when you were crying out my name.”
She moaned... God, she fucking moaned, and it was the sweetest noise I’d ever heard. It felt like a goddamned symphony was playing in my head. Every note of her moan reverberated through me, sparking a fire deep within.
I pulled her closer, our bodies pressed together. My hands glided down her back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine. I could feel the heat radiating from her. My hands moved lower, resting on her hips, guiding her movements.
Her hands explored my broad shoulders, following the taut muscles beneath my shirt. She trailed her fingers along the lines of my neck, and I responded with a deep, appreciative growl.
