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But then there’s a warm breath against my neck as someone whispers in my ear, the panic transforming to a hum when I recognize the deep, velvety voice.

“It’s me. I’ve got you, T. Dance with me.” Alex’s words tickle my neck, and his scent is even stronger and more intoxicating this close. Suddenly, I feel lightheaded, and it’s not from the alcohol.

Did he know my dress ripped, and he’s helping me cover myself?

The song changes to more of a R&B rhythm, and I feel the bass in my chest. His body slides behind me, closing the distance between us, so we are flush together. The movement causes all the air to leave my lungs.

“Grab onto me,” he whispers against my neck, and I follow his direction without a second thought. I want to dance with him.

As soon as my hands grasp his forearms, I notice how thick and muscular they are, and then his soft hair adds some texture. I move my hands lower to intertwine with his. He accepts and then tightens his grip. A spark of electricity thrums through me. I rest my head against his powerful chest and brush my ass against his groin. Our hips move in a sensual rhythm, making my body tremble. There’s a need between my thighs I’ve never felt before. Feeling his obvious erection against my lower back sends a dull throb into my sex, and I want more than anything for his hand to slide under my dress and inside my panties.

“What are you doing?” I ask as loudly as I can through my dry throat.

He steps back and spins me, and I stare up into his eyes as I’m pulled against his chest. They are heavy with lust, and it makes me feel desired, wanted…sexier than ever. His hands hold my hips, and he continues to dance, bringing me closer, our eyes locked on one another’s. Both of us are breathing heavily, his breaths coasting over my face. When he moves his lips closer, I wonder if he’s about to kiss me. I want him to. I even lick my lips in preparation.

“Dancing with you,” he answers simply. His words pull me from my lust-filled haze, and my gaze moves from his perfectly shaped lips over his sloped nose and up to his dark, heated blues.

I stare back, at a loss.

He moves his face into my hair, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Does this feel good?”

I’m too transfixed with his face being so close to mine that I need to concentrate on breathing.

Yes, this feels good...a little too good.

Chapter 5

Alex

“T, honey, answer me.” My voice is husky from the desire coursing through my veins. Our faces are dangerously close, I can hear her pant.

I’m so hard from Tahlia’s sexy ass grinding against me. There’s no way she didn’t feel it.

I need a second to pull myself together. It seems she does too. Her mouth opens and closes. She’s still trying to catch her breath.

The alcohol I consumed evaporated the moment I had her in my arms; the soft curves of her body fit perfectly against my hard ridges. I enjoy holding her, but spinning her and seeing those heavy, lust-filled eyes sent a thrill up my spine. I noticed the tear in her fitted white dress, and I know she wanted to leave, but I saw it as my opportunity to sweep in and cover her up. But the moment I held her, I wanted to dance with her. Enjoy the moment.

A smile erupts on her face, telling me this is a really good idea. Most of her blonde hair is to one side, but some pieces are cascading down her back. Dropping my gaze lower, the white fabric clings to her and enhances her lush, full ass that looks like a good handful. I’d love to get my hands on her curves and lift her up into my arms, but I don’t want to scare her away, or worse, tear her dress further and expose her to other guys here. The thought makes my teeth clench, not wanting anyone to see her body, so instead, I keep my hands around her hips.

“Mm-hmm,” is all she says.

Leaning toward her ear, so she can hear me, I’m hit with her strawberries and white chocolate scent, and it makes me swallow a groan from how perfect it is. It’s everything her—sexy, sweet, warm, and Jesus, I want a taste.

“Where’s your voice tonight? Are you enjoying this?” I ask again.

“No. I just…like this music,” she says, highly amused.

“If you say so,” I reply playfully.

I swallow at how close her face is to mine. She’s so close I can almost taste her breath, and I wonder what those lips would be like to kiss. She’s staring at me with come-fuck-me eyes, and even if it kills me, I don’t give in.

“Of course, I’m enjoying this. I’m sure you can tell. But I’m surprised you can dance,” she says with a teasing tone.

I cock a brow. “Really? Did you think I was that uncoordinated?”

She peeks up at me, blinking, her thick black lashes standing out against her bright green eyes. They are drawing me in. “Yes, I didn’t picture you to be good at dancing. I thought grinding would be the best hip action you could do.” Her lips pinch together to prevent a smile, and she turns her head to stare out at the crowd.

“Why?” I tilt my head, only getting a view of her profile, as she refuses to look at me.

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