Christ.
She turns around and I pull her to me until her ass presses against me, making me almost explode in my pants. Yeah, I'm fucking fourteen again. Great.
Before the song even ends, I'm already in massive physical pain. I stare at the sweet, perfectly curved ass that is grinding against my crotch, and I'm pretty sure I either growl or moan. Maybe both.
She lifts her hair as she gets lost in the music, and I study the skin of her neck, licking my lips as I imagine devouring her.
"Kade! We're doing shots!" Jacob calls, cutting through my wicked fantasies.
Thank God. I was getting close to three options—die, get inside her, or go to jail. She's driving me that crazy.
"Time to work. I'll be back," I lie, having no intentions of drinking another shot. I just need distance between my cock and her sweet ass.
I struggle to walk normally, cursing each time someone bumps into me. When I finally make it over to the guys, Brock scowls at me. Not sure why.
"Brock didn't know you were dating the hottie in white," Hank—I think his name is—says. "And I didn't believe it until that little show."
"Yeah," I say without hesitation, narrowing my eyes at Brock, who has a challenging gleam in his eyes. "She's mine. So don't even think about it."
The smirk he gives me isn't exactly comforting. That's fine. Raya will come to me if he gets close. She's starting to trust me, and I'll be damned if I let Brock get his hands on her.
I haven't heard a word Jacob has said for the past... however long. But I nod and pretend to care as my eyes stay fixated on the beauty on the dance floor. She's laughing with her friend, whose name I've forgotten, as she throws her head back and moves to the music.
That has to be the un-sexiest dancing ever, but I could watch all day. It's so nice to see her having a good time.
When her eyes lock with mine, I stare fearlessly, holding her gaze, while keeping a small smile. I expect her to come to me at any second, or hell, I'll go to her.
Then a song starts playing that strikes a chord of dread in me. My eyes widen when Raya is spun around by the hulk of a beast who apparently didn’t take me seriously earlier. I haul ass through the crowd, doing all I can to reach her. I'll deal will Brock later.
When I reach her and see her body still untouched and poised for protest, my anger dissolves. I do the only sensible thing, considering I can't let everyone see her in a wet white dress, and I pull her to me, spin her around, and crush my lips to her in a kiss I've been wanting since that day in the dressing room.
"Seriously, Kade?" Brock groans, but I can't even think to do anything else besides smile.
Christ, she tastes good, and those lips are just as perfect as they look. But my smile fades quickly when she fists her hands in my hair and pulls me closer, making me ache again.
I don't hold back. When her lips part, I push my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, making me forget anyone else is even in the room. Her soft, delicious tongue plays with the metal in mine, and I half debate moving this to the bedroom. I'm almost worried I'm holding her too tightly, but another tiny moan from her lips makes my grip tighten more.
Before I know it, I've shoved her against the wall to better devour her, and she lets me, never once breaking the kiss. I was so happy about her drinking earlier; I wanted to see her drunk. Now I wish she hadn't had a damn drop, because I would have her
on my bed right now if she was sober.
When the song ends, I curse it silently. Raya is still kissing me, so I don't stop. I press against her, letting her feel what she's done to me, but when it starts to hurt, I have to pull back. My balls are going to hate me tomorrow.
A kiss really shouldn't have that much power, but her sucking on my tongue had me thinking too much about what else her mouth could do.
"Sorry," I say, grinning and trying not to sound as out of breath as I feel. "It was going to be me, him, or the pool. Mel would have flogged you if it had been him."
Her lips are swollen and a little red. Why does that look so sexy right now?
"You. Definitely you," she says quickly, and I laugh, loving the fact she's being honest.
I wish I was drunk enough to blurt out the truth. Instead, I decide to lie.
"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."
I want it to happen again, but I might not stop if it does. I can only be a gentleman for so long. People are still plenty sober, but I don't want to be around anyone but the girl who's holding my hand.
"Want to go chill by the pool?" I ask, needing out of this atmosphere so I can keep my hands off her.