“Didn’t you say I should do the asking?”
“I did, but you haven’t, and I want to feel you against me.” I shrug.
Lief joins me on the dancefloor and cradles my hips with his. I wrap an arm around his neck as our bodies brush and grind to the beat. He wraps an arm around my belly, almost as if he’s staking claim and I feel his nose brush my throat.
“Floral,” He murmurs. “Sweet.”
“Unlike me.” I tease as I rub my ass against his lap.
A low rumble in his chest tells me he’s laughing. That spark in his eyes and light smile ignite something hot and needy in my belly. His fingers tighten in my dress, and I feel something hard against my ass. Fuckyes.
“You’re plenty sweet,” He murmurs, lips against my ear.
Even that small brush of his mouth makes my knees weak.
I spin, then pull him close as I straddle his thigh, rubbing myself down on him. Lief locks his thick arm around my back so my tits brush his chest. His fingers stroke over my neck until I pull him down to continue our conversation.
“You don’t know that for sure. You haven’t had a taste of me yet, Viking,” I purr.
I think I hear him groan, but IknowI feel that hardness grow against my belly. Holy hell, he’s big everywhere. He spins me and we continue dancing through the song. I find every possible excuse to touch him, stroke him, rub myself on him.
Another song leads to more teasing, especially considering his fingers trace the outside of my breast and down my side, sending shivers rippling across my skin, tightening my nipples into sensitive peaks that can barely handle the fabric of my dress.
Being so close to him is raising my temperature until I’m ready to strip myself and get some relief from the sweat dewing at my hairline. But I lean back against Lief and try to pull his hand up to cup my breast, not giving a single shit who sees.
“I’d like a proper taste of you, Valerie.” He says against my throat.
“Define proper.” I encourage, steadily losing myself in his words, his body, the promises that are weaving with my own expectations. “So I know what I’m in for.”
Rather than explain, he spins me until we’re off the dance floor. I wave my hand at my face and Lief guides me through a door so we’re in the bracing cold. I gasp and wrap my arms around myself only for Lief to pin me to the wall, his body working like a space heater to balance out the little flurry of snow.
“Why are we outside?” I ask.
“I don’t want to be interrupted. Do you?”
“Depends on what you’re planning.” I reach up to tap his temple. “I never know what’s going on in there.”
Lief brushes his lips across my temple, his fingers stroking along my jaw, so light and gentle that I lean into his hand. “Think of our conversation, Valerie.”
But all I can think of is his fingers moving across my throat, raising goosebumps as his other hand brushes my hip, gripping the fabric of my dress tightly. He raises my chin until I look up at him and he strokes the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
My mouth opens for him and I let out a shaky breath. Where’s all my sass and sarcasm and quick comments? “You want … me?”
He nods, his nose brushing mine. “Apparently, I haven’t been obvious enough.”
“No.” I agree, standing on my toes so there’s only a millimeter between our mouths – maybe. “You should show me.”
His breath rushes over my face and I try to jerk him closer to me. “Now. You should show me now.”
He hesitates one more moment, then presses his mouth to mine. I braid my fingers into his hair, jerking him down tighter as I lick across his bottom lip. Lief groans cups the back of my neck and kisses me harder. His tongue flicks against mine before plunging deep into my mouth. He plunders me, claims me, makes my knees weak and my headlight with his kiss.
All I can do is hold on and take what he gives. His hand slides to my ass, then he jerks me up and into his arms. My legs wrap around him obediently as he pins me to the wall, his cock pressing right where I need him.
Groaning, I rub myself against him, pull him tighter, lose myself in his mouth and his body as we make out in the cold. He feels so fucking good, tastes even better, and the sounds that leave his throat as I suck his tongue drive me insane.
We should have been doing this all night. Fuck dancing, fuck this party, I just want to fuck him. Right now, right here. He pulls back, looks at my face, then kisses me again, faster and harder, one hand on the wall behind me as he meets every thrust of my hips with one of his own. I whimper and my head falls back.
“Fuck, Lief.” I pant.