“Ugh, what?” She huffed out and whipped around to face me. “You think you can do it better?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You do!” A wicked grin slipped across her face as she sassed, “Let’s see what ya got, girlfriend.”
“I’m not dancing!”
“Why not? Are you chicken?” She perched her hand on her hip, then cocked her eyebrow as she goaded, “I dare you.”
Oh, son-of-a-nutcracker!
The little backstabber actually dared me.
She knew better than anyone I couldn’t refuse a dare.
I stood there and glared at her with my fiercest, go-to-hell stare, then rolled my eyes and muttered, “Fine, I’ll do it, but only because you dared me.”
I turned my attention to Conor and found him staring at me with a very amused look on his face. It was a look he would soon regret.
I stepped over to him, and his eyes locked on mine as I parted my legs and inched forward, carefully straddling his knee. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I let the deep, heart-thumping base of the music become my guide as I started seductively swaying my hips. It was slow and steady, just the right rhythm for a dance like this.
I dropped my hands to Conor’s shoulders, then dipped lower. My hips were slightly above his as I rocked them back and forth. I brought one hand up, then slowly raked my fingers through my hair, then arched my back and writhed with my breasts just inches from his face. I was really starting to get into my little expose’ when I heard Conor growl, “That’s enough.”
“What?” My eyes flew open, and to my surprise, I’d drawn the attention of most everyone in the club. “Oh, shit.”
Embarrassed, I immediately dropped to Conor’s knee and couldn’t help but notice that he had a massive erection. My embarrassment quickly turned to arousal, causing me to clench my thighs. When the tip of my knee raked across him, Conor placed his hands on my hips and warned, “Careful, babe, or you might get more than you bargained for.”
“Is that a threat?” I leaned forward, raking against him once again as I placed my mouth near his ear and whispered, “Or a promise? ’Cause I’ll take either one.”
LYNCH
As soon as the words left her mouth, I took hold of her hand and led her down the hall. When we reached one of the empty red rooms, I guided her inside and closed the door. "You're playing with fire out there."
"Oh, yeah?" A spark flashed through her mischievous eyes as she sassed, "What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, no. It's not what I'm going to do about it." My eyes locked on hers. "It's what you're gonna do about it."
I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her close.
The wanton look in her eyes got to me in a way that I hadn't expected, and I nearly came right then and fucking there. I reached under her skirt and trailed my fingers along her bare thigh up to her center.
I smirked as I eased her panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside her. A wave of gratification washed over me when I found her soaking wet—which left no doubt that she was just as aroused as I was.
She planted her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself as she waited for me to make her come.
I didn't—at least, not yet.
Disappointment marked her face when I removed my hand and stepped away from her. I didn't say a word but simply started unbuckling my jeans, and that sinful look in her eyes returned. Her breathing grew ragged with need as I pulled out my throbbing cock and began stroking it.
Raelyn ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and that was it.
I was done.
I had to be inside her, and I pulled her over to me.
She removed her panties, then lowered herself down on my lap, straddling her knees on each side. She reached down between us and took me in her hand. She wrapped her fingers tightly around my hard, thick shaft and began stroking me, which had me instantly on edge.
A slight hiss slipped through my lips as her fingers found their way to the base of my cock and guided me to her entrance. Our eyes met as she lowered herself, taking me in inch by inch until I filled her completely.
I didn't know what it was about Raelyn, but she got to me in a way that no woman ever had. There was something about her scent, the way she moved and spoke, and the feel of her skin beneath my fingers that drove me fucking wild.
I'd found the one, and I wasn't ever letting her go.
I gave her more than she'd bargained for in that red room, and when we were done, I took her home, where we spent the remainder of the night tangled in each other's arms.