Page 27 of Into the Light

“You look so fucking good tonight, El. You’re driving me crazy.”

We moved together, and I backed up even more so that I was flush against his body. I’d never felt this good. I didn’t know what was happening or where this came from, but I didn’t care. All of my willpower to avoid this man went straight out the window.

His hands slid along my exposed skin. My waist, up my ribs, down my arms. Raf had never acted like this and I almost thought it was a fever dream. But when I turned around to face him again, I saw the hunger in his eyes once more. I moved my hands up to wrap around his neck, our bodies flush, my breasts pressed up against him. His eyes zoned in on them, and I felt him twitch against my stomach.

Holy shit. I felt Raf’sdicktwitch against my stomach. His costume pants were tissue paper-thin and I could feel everything. He was hard as a rock and it was because of me. There was no denying it, and he didn’t try to hide it. He just kept running his hands all over me, causing goosebumps in their wake, despite the heat of the dance floor. I swayed to the beat, and with each movement, I passed over his cock,

I thought back to how I cried over this man and his mixed signals, and now I was completely complicit. Guilty of sending mixed signals of my own.

But god help me, I couldn’t stop myself.

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RAFAEL

Fuck me.

Ellie was in the sexiest little costume I could have ever imagined, and while my first thought was pure rage at the guys who were ogling her, I forced that down so I wouldn’t piss her off even more.

Logically, I knew she was a grown woman who could do what she wanted and dress how she wanted. But the caveman side of me wanted to haul her over my shoulder and hide her away from those assholes with prying eyes.

And okay, maybe I was no better. I was a fucking scumbag just like the rest of them, because the idea of hauling her away also included me claiming her like the beast I was.

How the hell could I function when the woman of my dreams was right here, rubbing against me, wearing flimsy fabric that barely covered her perfect tits, round ass, and that pussy I’d kill for?

I told myself to stay away. Ellie told me to stay away. And I fucked everything up with one look at her. I was no better than the worst lecher here. Of course, I wanted Ellie for more than just her body. She was perfect to me and I wanted her for everything she was. But it didn’t matter. One little Halloween costume drove me feral and I was past the point of caring.

We moved to the music, her body swaying against mine, each pass dragging across my hard and aching cock. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but it didn’t matter tonight. I was fully immersed in what Ellie wanted to do, and that meant dancing. And thank fuck for that, because I couldn’t stop touching her. Feeling her soft skin under my fingertips. And this was the perfect excuse for that.

She turned around again, moving her hips to the music and shoving her perfect plump ass back in my crotch. I swear I thought I’d die on that dance floor, and I was okay with it.

I leaned down to speak in her ear, and smell her vanilla scent while I was at it.

“What are you doing, angel?”

She looked back at me and rose up to reply. I dropped my head down so I could hear her. Her breath against my own ear sent shivers down my whole body.

“What am I doing? What areyoudoing? I told you to leave me alone.”

“Turns out I can’t do that.” My hips jutted forward on their own accord. She responded by circling her hips in the most devilish way.

“Was Theo your wingman?” She asked, pointing to where he was talking to Derek at our table. I smirked.

“Lucky coincidence.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“You like messing with me, don’t you? Putting this ass up on me, showing off those tits. You know it’s driving me wild.”

She turned around then once more, looking up at me. There it was. I’d just admitted how much I wanted her, in so many words. There was no hiding it anymore. I thought Ellie was the sexiest woman in the world and I would no longer deny it.

Instead of responding, though, she just turned and left, slipping through the crowd and disappearing. But I wasn’t about to let her go that easy. I followed her, my height and her distinctive outfit giving me an eye on her path to the exit. It took a couple minutes of shoving my way through the crowded dance floor, but I finally reached the doors and pushed outside.

The air was a cold slap in the face and my first thought was that Ellie would be freezing in that little costume. I looked both ways and saw her slip around the corner.

“El, stop,” I called as I followed her. When I rounded the corner, I found her toward the back of the alley, leaning against the brick wall. She looked like sin.

“Go away, Raf.”

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