Page 50 of Rematch
While we waited for the shots to kick in, Carter nursed on a Coke and Rum while I sipped on a margarita. Together, we watched the patrons grooving on the dance floor and laughed at some of the outrageous moves we saw.
“Don’t tell me you dance like that,” I teased, jutting my chin at a man attempting to impress a woman with the horizontal version of the worm.
Carter smirked. “Nah, I’m smoother than that,” he said. “See the trick is…” He reached underneath the bottom of my bar stool and pulled me close. Pressing his lips against my ear, he whispered, “You gotta bring them up close.”
My cheeks grew warm as his breath brushed against the sensitive skin of my ear. “Mhm. And then…?”
He lay a hand on my back and slid his palm down towards my hip. “You hold them tight. Let them feel what you’ve got to offer.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Hm.” I turned my head to look at him. “And what is ityouhave to offer?”
His gaze dipped to my lips. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Before I was able to respond, the bartender appeared beside us on the other side of the counter. He set down another margarita besides my near-empty one. “Compliments of the gentleman up there,” he said, nodding towards the upper level on the other side of the room.
Confused, I followed his gaze. I raked over the small groups sitting in the VIP sections for a moment before my eyes fell on the figure leaning over the railing.
In the flashing lights, the first thing I made out was his suit. Black with a wide opening on the chest, exposing his white button up underneath and bow tie with long tips and a bat’s head in the middle. White stripes ran vertically down his jacket and pants. His face was covered in white paint. A strip of stitches similar to mine ran across his mouth, and black circles surrounded his eyes.
Even after all these years, he was still the Jack to my Sally. The one the world hailed but didn’t understand. The one I always saw clear as day. The one who saw through the parts of me I thought were broken. Simply meant to be.
Smiling, I gave him a wave to thank him for the drink.
He raised his glass to me in return.
Behind me, Carter scoffed. “This motherfucker,” he grumbled.
“Hey, hey,” I told him as I turned my head to face him. The alcohol I consumed was starting to make my belly warm and my head fuzzy. “Be nice.”
Carter tossed back the rest of the liquor in his glass and gently slammed it on the countertop. “Come on,” he said as his fingers encircled my wrist. “Let’s dance.”
I let Carter tug me off of my bar stool and tow me onto the dance floor.
As we claimed an empty spot, Carter grabbed my hips and flushed my body against his. The rhythm of the music possessed our bodies, coercing us to move to its quick beat.
The upbeat song was only on for a moment before the DJ flipped the switch to a slow, sensual tune.
Carter grinned at the convenient change. His grip on my hips tightened as I slowed the swaying of my hips to match the new beat. He lowered his head and buried his face into the nook of my neck.
Blood scorched up my face as I felt his lips pepper soft kisses on my skin. I looped my arms around his shoulder and laid one of my hands on the back of his neck.
Pressed together, I could feel nearly every inch of his muscular body, including the bulge growing harder against my thigh.
With my warm belly and fuzzy head, I welcomed the sensation. I didn’t even know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten laid. I wouldn’t mind if Carter took me back to this apartment after this and we fell into bed together. It’d be a good distraction to take my mind off of everything else that’s been going on. And it’d make me feel good. After the past few months of adjusting to life back home and coping with my father’s illness, I think I deserved that much.
Carter’s kisses trailed up my neck to my cheek and made a swift turn to my lips, capturing them in a sensual lock. Histongue slipped in as he did so, offering a soft lap at my lips to open them further.
I met him halfway the second time, inviting his tongue inside and greeting it with my own. Our tongues tangled amidst our kisses, growing faster and hotter with every second.
I pushed myself harder against him, practically grinding against him, desperate for every euphoric sensation he was able to offer.
His chest rumbled as he groaned into my mouth. His hands slithered down from my waist to my thighs and gave them a tight squeeze.
Take me home,I was ready to say. I needed to get out of here. Have him take my clothes off. Fuck me until I forgot about every worry I had.
But, before I could, I felt a hand wrap around my arm. It pulled me away from Carter, flinging me a few inches backward.
My brows stitched together, and I struggled to refocus my eyes on the back of the white-striped suit now standing in front of me.
