His smile lifts up, and his gaze comes back to me. "All sorts of things. I'm driven, but I'm not a robot."
"So?" I prompt, wanting to delve deeper.
"I'm talking to you right now for fun. I have no business interest in you."
My girly grin spreads to display the fool I am. His grin mimics mine before he pulls me to the middle of the dance floor. "Now, let's dance. For fun."
I let him lead me onto the floor, keeping my perma-grin in place. His hands slide down to my back as we move to the music. Summoning up my bravery, I let my hands run up his chest, reveling in the feel of the hardness beneath the thin shirt. He moves in closer, making our bodies press together as the lust-filled melody guides our movements.
I can't do this. I can't stare at him and dance like this without letting myself do something incredibly stupid in the heat of the moment. So, I turn around and press my back to his front.
His hands move to my hips as he draws us to be touching, and I close my eyes to forget all the people around us as our bodies grind together.
"Kade! We're doing shots!" a guy calls, motioning him over.
No. I don't want to stop dancing.
"Time to work. I'll be back," he says in my ear, making me shiver in his wake when he disappears into the crowd.
I've got to get this under control. I can't be drooling over a prince when I'm the inmate's daughter.
Each time that damn song has played, Kade has pushed me into the corner to pretend as though we're just as entangled as the others. This last time, his lips brushed mine when he accidentally got too close. That's not a nice thing to do to an idiot like me who can't seem to get my fantasies to stop running wild.
I was fine before this party. Now I'm staring at him as much as Mel stares at Brock. I'm pathetic.
Ember has kept me company on the dance floor, and considering the large amount of beer I've consumed, I almost need her as a crutch. She laughs wildly as we tangle on the floor, both of us trying to hold the other up. It earns a loud gush of laughter from us both. Letting go has been refreshing.
I look over to see Kade's eyes on me as he leans against the doorframe, feigning interest in his friend by nodding ever so often. A barely-there amused smile tugs on his lips as he watches me, and I can't look away.
The only thing that manages to snap me out of my trance is the Good Man song. Oh no.
Kade's eyes widen just as I'm ripped away by foreign arms. "Pool or kiss?" Brock slurs, chuckling after.
Mel is just a few feet away, and she looks like a puppy that has just been kicked in the face. Ember is wrapped up in a polo-shirt-wearing guy, and I'm stuck. Pool. Definitely the pool.
I open my mouth to affirm my decision just as I'm whirled around. Soft but firm lips find mine and steal my breath, as familiar hands travel down to my back.
"Seriously, Kade?" Brock groans, making Kade smile against the kiss with me.
Holy shit. I'm kissing Kade.
My body decides to seize control and exclude my brain from any and all decisions. My hands fist in his hair as I pull him closer, and his smile disappears as his grip gets tighter.
I wobble when his tongue delves into my mouth, and the hot metal of his piercing makes me heat up between my thighs, inviting my scandalous thoughts to dance in my mind. If it wasn't for the incredible grip he has on me, I'd melt into a puddle right now.
The longer the song plays, the more intense the kiss gets, until I'm suddenly backed against a wall. It takes all my strength not to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, but I refrain, and settle for the mind-blowing kiss.
I don't know when the song shifted, but it has. I don't want to pull away. Hell, I can't, but Kade finally does, sounding breathless.
"Sorry," he says, grinning. "It was going to be me, him, or the pool. Mel would have flogged you if it had been him."
Shit. Why the hell did I think he wanted to kiss me? He was just saving my ass.
"You. Definitely you," I blurt out, making him laugh before he tugs my hand in his. I hope that didn't sound as bad as I think it did.
"Conversation is getting pointless now. The shots have ruined them all, so they won't remember much from here on out. I'll hang out with you the rest of the night to keep that from happening again."
No. I want that to happen again.