“Somebody’s got some big dick energy of her own going on. As in you want to get some!”
I sigh and raise my hands over my head, feeling the thrumming beat of the music pulse through my body. Sparks and fire light up my insides like firecrackers and then I feel a big hand snake around my belly.
I don’t need to look to see who it is. Jamie grins at me and leaves the dance floor, waving cheekily.
I turn to face my nemesis. “Let go of me,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“You know,” he whispers lightly into my ear. “You really need to relax a bit, kitten. Look at you, bristling like a little tiger facing a big dog.”
“Are you calling yourself a dog? That might be the first honest thing you’ve said.”
“I’ve said plenty of honest things. First, you’re my woman. Totally true. Second, you’re the only woman for me. True too. I’m spouting truth left and right, baby girl. You’re just not listening to me.”
“Because you sound like a lunatic,” I huff, trying to pull away from him.
His big, muscular arms tighten around my back and he grinds his dick into my belly. A flush darts over my cheeks and the warmth trickles down into my lower body, tightening and spiraling until it feels like my belly is being raked over hot coals.
“Stop doing that,” I whimper. I close my eyes and try to fight whatever’s going on between us.
“Stop what?” he whispers, his soft lips trailing lightly over the curve of my ear. I shiver and feel the urge to wrap my arms around him well up. The fire and sizzle under my skin burning like a wildfire everywhere our bodies touch. Everywhere he leans into me.
“You know what you’re doing. I can’t think when you do stuff like that,” I moan.
He chuckles, his voice husky and low. “So stay with me. Go home with me tonight.”
“You don’t have a home here. I do.”
“So we’ll go to your home. Or my car. Or anywhere. I don’t fucking care. I just want you.”
My breath catches and my eyes lift to his burning down at me. Dark and full of so much desire that it physically hurts to look at him.
“No!” I yank myself away from him. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me but you need to stop it right now!”
“I’m not doing anything. Just touching you. Dancing with you, baby girl.” As if to punctuate his words, he grinds his dick into my ass where he’s pulled me back into him.
“This doesn’t feel like dancing. It feels like sex standing up,” I moan.
“That’s how you know you’re doing it right,” he chuckles.
“You are an evil, evil man.”
“Not really. But I will play dirty for you, little one.”
“Let me go,” I insist, my voice thready and weaker than I hoped it would sound.
“Say you’ll go out with me tomorrow and I’ll let you go.”
“No.”
“Then we’ll keep doing this until you do.”
“Steele,” I whine when his hips grind harder into my ass and his hands wrap around my front, gliding over the curves of my breasts until my breath hisses out painfully.
“Say you’ll see me tomorrow.”
“Nooo,” I whimper.
He whips me around and grinds his dick into my belly, his hands teasing the crack of my ass in my jeans before he grabs onto a handful and practically humps me on the dance floor.