When we first get to the crowded dance floor, Scarlett dances with me for all of five seconds before pushing me into Brent as she turns to Adam .
“Have fun!” she shouts .
I turn to Brent and easily dance with him to the music, although our moves are tame compared with Scarlett and Adam next to us .
The next song plays, and Brent moves closer to me. His hands find my hips and then quickly move to my ass. I awkwardly smile up at him. I’m not used to having a strange man’s hands all over me—not unless it’s for a modeling job, and even then, the shoots I have done with male models have been tame .
“You’re a good dancer,” Brent whispers into my ear when the song stops .
“Thanks,” I say. I cringe. I’m real original. Why can’t I come up with something to say to this man ?
“Shots?” a waitress says, bringing around a tray of test tubes filled with some sort of blue liquid .
Brent hands her some money and pulls two off before handing one to me .
“To tonight,” he says .
He clinks his test tube with mine before downing it. I do the same, not wanting to be rude. The liquid burns as it slinks down my throat .
What the hell was that ?
Brent takes my empty glass and hands it to the waitress. “Two more .”
My eyes grow wide, and I shake my head. “I don’t think I can do another .”
“Ah, come on, Kinsley. It’s fun .”
I disagree, but I take the test tube in my hand. I clink it with his before downing it. It burns just as bad the second time as it did the first. My eyes close, and I shake my head at the sensation. I hand the test tube back to the waitress before I go back to dancing with Brent .
This time, when we dance, his hands have no boundaries as they travel over my body. Our dancing gets sloppier as the alcohol spreads through our bodies .
A slow song starts. I watch as others leave the dance floor to take seats at the few empty tables around the dance floor. I think it’s
a good idea to take a break, too. I turn to move away from Brent, but he pulls me back .
“I want to kiss you,” he says a second before he plants his lips on mine .
His kiss isn’t soft or slow, like I would expect a first kiss to be. This kiss is urgent, warm, and wet. His tongue slips easily into my mouth as he tries to press me for more. I kiss him back, just with a little less passion than he is displaying .
The kiss is nice, but I don’t even know this man. I’ve never kissed a man I didn’t know before. I’ve hardly even kissed men before. And the few kisses I have had were nothing like this .
“Want to get out of here?” he asks when he releases my lips from his .
“Yes,” I reply automatically. I want to get out of this disgusting, noisy place. I want to go home. I want —
“Whoa,” Brent says as I take a step and trip over nothing. He catches me before I fall face-first onto the floor .
I grab my head that’s pounding from the loud music .
“I’ve got you,” he says, smiling. His blue eyes seem to twinkle at me as the disco lights bounce off them .
I smile. He looks good. I glance down his body again. His shirt fits tightly, giving me a peek at the hard body that lies underneath .
I want to see him naked , I think .
“I want to see you naked, too,” he says, winking at me .
Shit, did I just say that out loud? I have no idea, but I keep smiling brightly as Brent leads me out of the club and into the warm night air .