Page 119 of Stolen Kiss

What if I fell?

Or looked weird?

But Jensen held out his hand and his eyes looked so sincere, I didn’t know how to say no. Slowly, I placed my hand in his, and he stood.

His eyes were lit when he pulled me up with him, and then he led out to the somewhat spacious dance floor. This bar was newly built. It was unlike anything I had ever been in before, and what was more, there was plenty of space for people to mingle about without feeling like they would step on someone.

Jensen led me to a private corner of the floor, then he lifted my arms, so I wrapped them around his neck before he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

Then he swayed his hips.

We were doing a slow dance to an upbeat song.

I laughed.

I didn’t have to worry about looking silly while dancing, because Jensen was doing it for me.

“See, you’re dancing, baby.”

I grinned. “Sure.”

If we could call whatever the hell this was “dancing.”

“Well, I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I think we’re doing a pretty good job.”

He shook his hips in an exaggerated manner, and I realized it wasn’t true, what they said. That men who were good at fucking were good at dancing. Because Jensen was really, really good at fucking me, but I didn’t know what the hell this was.

I laughed harder at the look on his face. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said he was doing this on purpose.

“What are you doing?”

“What?” he asked in mock outrage. “I’m dancing.”

“This is dancing? I must have been overly infatuated with you three years ago, because I swore, I thought you were a good dancer that night.”

He laughed too. “Does this mean you’re not infatuated with me anymore?”

My smile disappeared then, and Jensen grew quiet when he realized what he just said.

“No, I’m not infatuated with you.” I loved him. I’d told him so, and he’d since pulled away from me, and I didn’t know why. It would be too easy to say it was because he was scared, but I knew Jensen.

He wasn’t the kind of man who scared easily.

So what the hell was it?

Jensen’s grip tightened around my waist as he pulled me close. Our chests were flushed against each other.

He kissed me, hard and punishing, and our teeth clashed together.

Fuck.

I twisted my fingers through his dark hair, pulling roughly and kissing him back, deepening the kiss.

He pulled away quickly, resting his forehead against mine. “Don’t you know?” he breathed in the small space between our lips. “Don’t you fucking know how crazy you drive me?”

“Yeah, well, right back at you, buddy.”

“Again. Not your buddy.”

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