Page 7 of Seductive Desires

He pouted at me. Oh come on, that’s just not fair, who can resist a face like that?

“I’ll consider us even if you come dance with me.”

“No, really, I can’t dance.” Not unless I was swaying back and forth and even then, I would still end up stepping on Carlos’s toes.

“No te preocupes, I’ll lead.”

He draggedme to the dance floor. I tried to protest but he just grinned at me, pulling me to the middle and wrapping his arm around my waist. Pulling me close, he took my other hand in his. When I gave him a panicked look, he leaned close, his lips brushing my ear.

“Don’t think. It makes it easier.”

Right. Because I could just turn off my brain when hundreds of people watched us sway to the music.

It wasn’t as hard as it looked, the music wasn’t fast and we mostly stayed in one spot. Until the song ended and something new began. My eyes widened in horror. I knew this song. Despacito was one of the top songs on my playlist but it was also fast. This wouldn’t end well. I tried to gesture off the dance floor but a sly grin spread across his face. Oh no.

He stepped closer to me, dipping me lightly. He started slowly, showing me what to do before tugging me tightly against him. With every step he took, he moved his body so I was forced to either move where he wanted or fall flat on my face. I probably looked like a fool.

I whimpered, closing my eyes. I didn’t want to see anyone watching us.

“Abre los ojos, mariposa. Look at me.”

I blinked, locking eyes with him. My lips parted on a gasp. The hungry look from before was still there and it captivated me, stealing my focus until I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was moving with him, letting him spin and dip me. Every time he pulled me back in, he pressed his body to mine and warmth spread through me, settling in my belly. When he spun me, pulling my back to his front, his hands rested on my hips while we moved together.

I was hyper aware of every inch of him, including something hard and hot pressing against my butt. He spun me again, pulling me so close it felt like there was no part of us that wasn’t touching. The song came to end with him dipping me, his body leaning over mine. I felt his breath on my chest. He pulled me up slowly. If his face was any closer, he’d be running his lips up my chest and neck. His gaze finally met mine as the song ended. Guests were clapping and looking our way but he never looked away from me. We were both panting, even though the song wasn’t so fast that we should be out of breath.

Someone I didn’t know stepped up to us to speak with Mateo and the spell broke. My hands dropped to my sides and I stepped away to give the man some room. He was eager to talk, basically pushing me aside to have his moment.

Feeling overwhelmed, I scurried off the dance floor, heading to the hallway with the bathrooms. I needed a minute after something like that.

I had never danced like that before. It was full of passion and magic and my whole body burned. I had to pause in the hallway, my shoulder leaning against the brick wall to catch my breath. I was grateful for the interruption because at that moment as we stared at each other on the dance floor, I thought he might kiss me.

ChapterFour

A warm handwrapped around my elbow, spinning me around. I landed against his chest with a noise of surprise. Mateo slid his hands into my hair, dipped his head, and captured my lips. This wasn’t like the kiss from before, light like the stroke of a paintbrush. This was intense, passionate, like he was trying to devour me.

I gasped as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. He brushed his tongue against mine, growling as he pushed me up against the brick wall. Each stroke of his tongue sent tingles down my body and straight to my clit until I ached for him to do more. My hands were still pressed against his chest and I slid them up slowly, marvelling in the compact power that hid beneath his tux. The man was all muscle. When I slid my hands into his hair, raking my short nails through it, he groaned, yanking my hips against his.

Someone giggled and reality came back into focus. I wanted to pull away, to remind him that we weren’t somewhere private but he ground his hips against mine and I lost my train of thought. Finally, I broke away, turning my head as I tried to catch my breath.

“Mateo. Wait.”

He hummed but didn’t respond, his lips and teeth trailing down my neck. I tipped my head without thinking, giving him more room.

“Mateo… we are in public… we have to stop…” It took so much effort to say that out loud. I didn’t want him to stop, the ache between my legs throbbing, making my knees weak. He pulled back slightly, leaning his head against my shoulder. He was breathing heavily, his grip on my hips intense.

Without a word, he straightened, sucking in a breath. He grabbed my hand, pulling me further down the hall past the bathrooms. He paused with a frown outside a door that had a sign that said employees only on it in bright red letters. He ignored it, throwing the door open and pulling me inside.

The door shut behind us, plunging us into darkness for a moment before he flicked on the light. We were in a storage closet full of table linens and cleaning supplies. It was small and cramped but he didn’t care. His hands were back in my hair, yanking me to him as he spun us around and pressed me up against the door.

I had no more arguments at this point. We were alone and that’s all that mattered. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him fully against me. He grabbed my thigh, throwing my leg around his hip. I was thankful at this moment that I refused the dresses Carlos picked that had no stretch to them. I would have probably ripped something. Instead, the dress pulled and slid higher up my hips, giving him room to press his length against me. When he ground his hips, we both let out a groan barely muffled by the fact that his tongue was still in my mouth. Every time he ground against me, he rubbed against my clit, the friction making me whimper.

I ran my hands back up his chest and over his shoulders, threading my fingers in his hair. When he broke the kiss, dragging his teeth down my neck, I turned my head, trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t though because his hand slid along the thigh against his hip, dipping between us to drag his fingers along the panel of the thong I was wearing. I was soaked, needy for him.

“Sweet Mariposa, so wet for me.” His voice was low and gravelly, making me shiver. He dragged the thong down, letting my leg fall so I could step out of them. His fingers were surprisingly rough, sliding through my folds to rub against my clit. I cried out, jerking against him. His free hand went back into my hair, gripping it as he pulled my mouth back to his.

I was so close already, my hips moving against his hand as I chased my release. It slammed into me when he pushed his fingers inside me. He muffled my moans as I writhed through it, drawing it out as he thrust his fingers in and out. When my hips finally stilled, he pulled away, his eyes locking with mine.

I fisted his collar, pulling him back to me. We weren’t done yet. My free hand slid down his chest, cupping the erection straining against his slacks. He went wild, thrusting himself into my hand. His hands moved at a frenzied pace as he worked to free himself. The second I could, I wrapped my hand around his length, pulling it free and stroking once. He growled, pushing me back flush against the wall.

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