Page 111 of Face Off
“No.” I swallow half my martini before setting it down on the table and standing up. “I feel like dancing.”
“Yeah?” His eyes follow the bob of my throat and linger on my lips. “Is that an invitation, Red?”
“If you can find me out there, Miller, you can do whatever you want to me,” I say, and I saunter away to the sound of his groan.
THIRTY
MAVERICK
Emerson is killing me.
The curves of her tight ass and the glow of her skin under the lights are more intoxicating than the liquor I’ve been sipping all night.
I wasn’t kidding when I told her every man in this club has been looking at her since the minute we walked in.
Some of our teammates have looked at her too.
I saw the way Connor stared at her hips when she walked up the stairs to the VIP section. I didn’t miss Ethan widening his eyes when she sat down and crossed her legs.
I want to shout at them all that she’s mine.
Mine, mine, mineand tobackthe fuck off.
Fuckers.
I give Emerson a head start in our game of hide and seek. We both know I’m tall enough to see over the crowd and she’s sly enough to make me work for it, and I can’t wait to fucking play.
By the time I count to thirty, I’ve had enough.
It’s loud downstairs, and I push through a wall of people. I spot her off to the side, almost tucked away in a corner, her back to the room and dancing by herself.
I take a second to admire the way she moves and the dangerous swish of her silver dress that barely covers her ass. She’s impossible to look away from, and there’s some hypnotizing drug in the way she lifts her arms above her head and shimmies to the beat of the music.
I close the distance between us. “There you are,” I say. “What do I get for finding you?”
“Stalking me, Miller?” she asks, but I’m distracted by the sway of her hips and her long hair that hangs down her back. Her tits and the thin sheen of sweat on her arms and the top of her chest. “Seems like you can’t stay away from me.”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m fucking addicted to you.” I press my cock against her ass, and her breath stutters. “This is what you do to me.”
I need to touch her, and if that means pretending to dance to EDM music to get away from our teammates so we can have a moment to ourselves, then so be it.
“What are we doing?” she asks when I band my arm around her waist and pull her toward me.
“Letting loose after our win.”
Emerson hums. Her dress rides up her ass, enough for me to see the underside of her cheeks, and I groan.
Christ.
I’m hard, and I know she can feel me. I can practically see the smirk on her blood-red lips, like she’s proud that she’s the one turning me on.
“I haven’t let loose in a while.” She rests her head in the crook of my neck, and I brush my nose against her throat. “This could be fun.”
“You’re safe with me.” I drop a hand to her thigh and squeeze the bare skin I find there. “If you want to get wasted, I’ll keep an eye on you. If you want to take eight shots, I’ll make sure you get to bed safely.”
“And if I want to dance with someone else?”
“I’ll break his fingers.”
