Page 33 of Our Secret Moments

He lets out a sound between a groan and a chuckle as he moves his head to the side of my neck, his nose grazing my sensitive skin on the right side of my face. He brushes his knuckles against my cheek with his left hand causing tiny fires to break out everywhere.

“I want you,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to my neck. I think I might pass out. Forget what I said about my socialbattery running out. I think I’ve come back to life just to die again. “To dance with me.”

“You want me to…” My breath gets caught when he kisses my neck again, his hand flexing against the side of my face, gently running down to grip onto my neck. He squeezes my neck carefully and I clamp my mouth shut, trying to take a deep breath. “You want me to dance with you?” He answers by kissing me in the same sensitive spotagain.

I muster up the courage to push myself away from him, gaining a shit ton of confidence I never knew I had. I never make the first move with guys. Ever. I brace both of my hands on his chest, looking up at him as he looks down at me, grinning.

“Okay,” I say, pushing him slightly so he walks backwards, and I follow him, keeping my hands on him. “I’ll dance with you, Connie.”

FOURTEEN

CONNOR

“YOU LOOK LIKE A DEFORMED ELEPHANT.”

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

I did not think this through. At all. Because Catherine Fables – apparently the only girl to ever exist to me – is walking me backwards onto the dance floor after I told her I wanted to dance with her. Not only does she look fucking stunning in that dress and her hair tied up in a bun, but the way she took control of me just then is fucking up my insides.

I needed a second away from the party and only in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I’d end up back on the dance floor wedged between sweaty bodies and the epitome of beauty as she stares up at me.

The noise coming from the party doesn’t seems to exist when she’s in my view. She’s all I see. All I feel. All I hear.

My Catherine.

She drops her hands from my chest finally when we’re deep enough into the crowd. She trails her hands down my arms, causing goosebumps to rise across them despite the scorchingheat of the room. When her hands meet mine, she twists around, giving me her back instead and resting my hands on her hips.

“Just follow my lead, okay?”

I don’t think I could respond if I tried. Her body instantly fits so perfectly with mine, her ass nestled into my lap as my hands find each other around her stomach.Tonight, You Are Mineby The Technicolours blares through the speakers and that mixed with the darkness of the room instantly gives us both the confidence to completely lose ourselves within each other.

We both move to the music and each time we sway, she presses herself further into me and I lose my mind more and more. Is this supposed to be painful? Because I’m having a hard time forming words or even thoughts right now.

Her head tilts back, resting on my chest as her eyes flutter closed, her hands locking behind my neck. She wants this just as much as I do and I fucking love it. She’s not the bossy or wound-up Catherine that would smack me with a ruler if I said something mean to her. This is the Catherine that likes to party, the one that likes to dance like this whilst having no idea just what she’s doing to me.

“Is this what I get for my birthday, Catherine?” I murmur into her skin, loving how hot and flushed it feels against my mouth. My own heartbeat is hammering against my ribs so loud I’m sure she can hear it.

“Only because you’ve been good,” she says, her eyes opening slightly. Our gazes lock and burn, the world around us disappearing. My hands flex against her stomach at the lusty, hooded look her eyes give me.

“Yeah?” I tease. She nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she purposefully grinds herself against me and I hiss. “What if I was bad? What would you give me then?”

“A reasonable punishment,” she whispers.

“You sure? This already feels like torture.” I groan as her hands tighten around my neck, pulling at my hair. This woman is about to drive me fucking insane and I’m going to let her.

“Why?” she breathes out. There is no way she doesn’t know just how badly I’ve wanted to be this close to her.

I lean over her, pressing another kiss to the spot behind her ear, claiming it as mine. “Because I want to do more than just dance with you, Catherine,” I admit. She sucks in a breath, her hand tightening on me once again. “Knowing how good you feel, feeling how good you fit with me… I don’t know how much more of this torture I can take.”

“What are you talking about?” she asks, her voice thick.

I’m about to tell her just how badly I want her, explain it to her in every single language since words are her speciality, but I’m hit in the head with something. Hard. Cat’s arms drop from mine as I wince, rubbing the back of my head. I already feel empty without her touch.

I turn around to find the culprits.

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