Page 47 of Ward Willing
Even over the deep bass, I hear her sharp inhale as I inadvertently press against her, andfuckif it doesn’t feel good and so, so right. Her wide eyes bore into mine, and the emotional last song seems to have melted all of my resolve, because I could kiss her right now.
With this music and thatfuckingshirt hanging off her shoulders…
Her perfect red lips and narrow waist, her dark hair framing her gorgeous face…
What I’m feeling has nothing to do with reason, and everything to do with being completely fucking out of control.
Again.
My eyes zero in on the base of her throat, and I watch her pulse beating and swelling rapidly, as though her heart has risen from its usual place. As my eyes trail back up to her face, a rush of pink stains her cheeks, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to keep from reaching over and touching her.
She doesn’t move away. Instead, as the bass shakes and vibrates around us, she only seems to lean into my body more, arching her back slightly.
Fuck.
The pulsing knot in my stomach drops lower until my erection presses against her stomach. I have no idea if she feels it, all I know is that I either need to do something about it or walk away from herright fucking now.Like before, her energy pulls me in, luring me like a siren song.
Without thinking, I knock her legs apart and let my thigh settle between hers as people around us move to the music, as the lights strobe. I don’t pull away, but I also don’t make another move closer.
I’m no longer toeing the point of no return.
I’m already fuckingthere.
The song ends and the next one comes on, and still, I don’t move. Heat fills my veins as “Scotty Doesn’t Know”by Lustrabegins to play, and the irony of Scotty singing this song while my thigh is between Zoe’s legs isn’t lost on me. In actuality, it only enhances the intoxicating atmosphere and how fuckingwarmshe is against me. In a bold move, I angle my thigh an inch higher, and then Zoe’s eyelashes flutter against her cheeks.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her chest rises and falls as the lyrics of the song wash over us, and what happens next can only be described as being swept up in the song and people jumping up and down around us. I pin her against the stage completely, my thigh pressing between her legs until I can feel how damp she is, and that thought makes me nearly lose my mind.
The only thing I can think to do is smirk,daringher to stop me during this song.
But of course, she doesn’t.
Zoe’s pupils blow out as the song gears up, and she begins to move her hips in small circles against my thigh.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.
The music—the atmosphere—everythingoverwhelmsme completely.
Even if I wanted to stop this, I couldn’t.
I’m not technically touching her, at least, so I won’t have to feel guilty tomorrow morning. My hands are sitting against her hips on the stage, but I don’t move closer or initiate anything.
We’re at a show.
That’s all.
My leg happened to move between her thighs…that’s all.
For all I know, she’s moving her hips to the music.
Shivers of desire race through me as she squirms against the top of my thigh.
I’m not going to fucking stop her.
She’s just dancing to the music.
