I ignored them.
Right now, I didn’t want small talk, or someone grinding on my ass.
I just wanted this. The only release I could find.
The song changed to a big hit that had been reduced to a shadow of its original flavor. One that I didn’t want to dance to. I raised my arms to shimmy my way through the crowd when a large hand slid along my waist. The pads of a man’s fingers skimmed along the raised hem of my shirt.
Being in a club meant hands on you whether you wanted them or not. I’d broken my share of fingers when I wasn’t in the mood. I lowered my hand to do just that when the guy invaded my space.
Strong thighs aligned with mine as he pushed me back toward the center of the floor.
My eyes flashed wide, met eyes the color of blue flame. An intense, unflinching stare. There was no guesswork, no teasing—just pure heat. His fingers slid around to the small of my back. His hips moved in time to my own.
He didn’t hold me tight. Just enough to keep me close.
I tipped my head, curiosity riding me harder than annoyance. I shouldn’t have allowed it. He was too big, too overwhelming to be the kind of man I normally danced with. I preferred fun and smiles. No harm, no foul kind of guys who didn’t give me trouble when the dancing was over.
Not like this man.
His broad shoulders were encased in a fitted black shirt with another collared shirt under it in the same jet color. In fact, he was dressed in black from head to toe.
He stroked his thumb under my chin to bring my attention back up to his eyes. He didn’t speak. Not that either of us could be heard over the music, but he didn’t even bother with the pretense.
Just those ridiculous blue eyes burning into mine.
The song faded into one that I loved. Watery strings with a staccato lyric to start before the drums and crashing tones filled the space. His hand grew bolder, coasted down my back to my ass, and his knee slid between my thighs.
Our gazes didn’t waver.
Our bodies melted together in a sexual dance that should have been far too provocative for strangers. My heart raced and a wash of heat rushed from my thighs up to my sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a heady reaction to anyone, let alone a man who didn’t know my name any more than I did his.
Did he do this often? I knew I sure as hell didn’t.
I swallowed down a sudden flood of panic. I glanced around us. No one was paying attention to us.
His thumb was at my chin again, dragging my gaze back to his.
“Right here,” he mouthed.
I swallowed and tried to step back. He brought his hand to my hip and caught my hand with his other, lacing our fingers. His skin was smooth with a ridge of calluses along his palm. The beat of the song was harder, darker than the previous ones played.
> I moved into him this time.
Maybe I didn’t want the link broken. Just for a few more moments.
The tingle along my thighs grew with each brush of his. The roll of his hips in time to the song changed the simple buzz to a surge. My nipples throbbed and my thighs were soaked under my skirt. Arousal slammed into me. Panic licked along my lower spine and activated my flight response.
Dancing was one thing. More?
No, that wasn’t me.
I twisted away and pushed my way through the dancers. The murmur of pissed off people doubled. The next song was a Britany remix that had the room pulsing again.
My heart crashed in my ears as I finally broke free from the dance floor.
Don’t do it. Don’t turn around.
But I couldn’t help myself. I glanced back to see if my mystery man was following, but he was not.