Page 91 of Promise Me Nothing
Even over the loud music I can feel him moan, hear it in the pant of his breath.
I feel lost in him, unable to focus on anything but the way his body feels under my hands, the firm body, the ridges of muscle, the sweaty skin, warm and soft and hard at the same time.
He pulls away and grabs my hand, dragging me off the dance floor and back over to the corner we were in before. Presses me up against a wall and leans in, his lips coming to mine again.
It feels like I can’t get enough air, but it’s the best way to lose my breath, and I gasp slightly when his face moves down to my neck and his hand travels down to grip my thigh.
He lifts my leg just slightly, pressing himself against me, and I moan, loving the way he feels, the sensations in my body growing, feeling too big.
Too overwhelming.
Like he might be able to set me off just from the erotic feel of him rubbing against me.
I grab onto him, desperate to find something to ground me because with each kiss and roll of his hips I feel like I’m being launched into the air and don’t know when I’ll come back down.
And in an uncharacteristically forward move, I bite his lip, my teeth sinking into the soft skin.
He jerks back slightly, looking stunned.
And I almost apologize, my own expression surely mimicking his.
Until I see a dirty smile stretch across his face.
“Fuck, Hannah.”
It’s all he says before he dives into my mouth again, his own teeth pulling slightly, a hand moving between us and up to a breast, giving soft squeezes and tracing over a spot that makes me ache at my very center.
I feel so lost in Wyatt, so focused on how it feels to be pressed against him, that I don’t realize at first that someone has said my name.
It’s only when Wyatt pulls back and looks over his shoulder that I start to come out of the spell I’ve been put under. That’s when I see Paige standing behind him with a huge grin on her face.
“Lucas is looking for you,” she says. Then she winks and scurries off.
I can’t help it. I laugh. I giggle because I have all of this pent up sexual tension in my body and it has nowhere to go except outward.
Wyatt grins at me, clears his throat, slides his hand along the area on my neck that’s slick from where he’d been kissing and sucking.
“We might’ve gotten a little carried away, huh?” I ask, unable to hide the joy that feels like it’s bubbling under my skin, dying to be released into the wild. “That was a little wild.”
But Wyatt shakes his head as I tuck my hair behind my ears, then steps into me one more time to whisper, “If you think that was wild, I can’t wait to see what you think when I have you beneath me.”
My stomach bottoms out, my chest feeling like a cave of nerves as he pulls back to look me in the eyes. It’s amazing how he can make me feel by only uttering a few words.
I giggle slightly, then press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m going to the bathroom and then to find Lucas. I’ll see you back at the table?”
My words seem to be a douse of cold water. His expression loses some of the heat and he nods, pressing his lips to mine once more before we wander through the crowd, parting ways when I head into the bathroom.
As I’m washing my hands, I look at myself in the mirror.
The flush in my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye, the smile on my face. I look like a woman who is truly enjoying herself. Enjoying her life.
I love seeing her smiling back at me.
But as I approach the VIP section and our few tables come into view, my smile falls when I see Wyatt and Lucas.
They’re in an argument, and I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I see my name form on Lucas’ lips a few times. He stops when he sees me approaching, but it does nothing to lessen his frustration.
Over what, I can only guess.
