Aidan took his hands off my waist. “Hey, man—”
But Madoc inched into our space. “Touch her again, and I’ll chop off your hand.” He said it so matter-of-factly.
My breathing turned shallow, but my temper rose.
No, no, no . . .
Aidan rolled his eyes and backed off, probably figuring it wasn’t worth the fight. Madoc looked ready to draw blood.
I bared my teeth, shaking my damn head that felt like my brain was expanding and pressing against my skull. I was ready to explode.
“Madoc.” I clenched my teeth.
“Just shut up,” he ordered, breathless. “Just shut up, and dance with me.”
Huh? Dance with him?
No hauling me out of here, screaming at me for one reason or another? No barking in my face and ordering me home?
I stood there trying to figure out what the hell was going on and barely noticed him pulling me in. Madoc’s strong hands gripped my waist, holding me tight but barely touching me otherwise. His chest was right in front of my eyes, and I slowly looked up at him.
Damn.
When he stared down at me, everything was still except for our feet that moved to the music. It was like he was searching my eyes for something.
Everything about him, the shade of his eyes, the muscles I felt under his shirt, the way I already knew how his body moved when it loved, everything about him drew me in.
I sucked in a breath, wishing he’d stop touching me and wishing I could pull away. In another minute I would. In another minute I’d be satisfied with the warmth I hadn’t felt in months or the heartbeat I could feel again.
In one more minute I would let him go.
I closed my eyes. Just. One. More. Minute.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders when his possessive hands threaded into the open back of my shirt and claimed my skin.
Not like Aidan’s light strokes. Madoc splayed his whole hand, touching me with everything he had.
I let my forehead fall into his chest, inhaling his cologne. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and I smiled as the flutter descended lower. It felt so good.
Looking at him, I tried to keep the shakiness out of my voice. “You have someone here with you, Madoc,” I said quietly. “Why are you dancing with me?”
He brought one hand up, holding the side of my face with a firm hand and kneading his fingers into the back of my neck. “You ask too many fucking questions,” he spat out, an angry tone to his voice.
And jerking my body into his, he slammed his mouth down on mine.
Madoc? I didn’t say his name out loud. I think I may have groaned it, but otherwise I instantly stilled.
And then I was his.
A shudder ran through me, and I felt the dampness between my legs immediately. His heat on my lips made me hungry.
He sucked in a breath and whispered, “Because I like the way you taste, okay?”
His mouth took mine once more, covering it with heat and command like he knew exactly how my body worked and what it needed.
Hell, yes.
I pushed into him, kissing him back as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up into his mouth.
Hard.
I threaded my fingers across the back of his neck and moved my tongue into his mouth, massaging and tasting him. It was just us. Just this.
His lips moved across mine, going in deep, his tongue working mine, flicking out again and again to rub over my ring. He devoured me. He drew my bottom lip between his teeth, and a moan escaped me as I squeezed my eyes against the sweet pain.
Not that it hurt at all. Just kissing him, touching him, inhaling him was too much. It was like an overload on my body, and the pleasure made me want to cry out. His fingers dug into my back, and I could feel his erection through his jeans.
God, what are we doing? We were on a crowded dance floor. He had a girl with him! Jared, Tate, and Jax were probably either trying not to watch or had left already. Opening my eyes for a second, I noticed that no one was watching us though. The couples around us were focused on themselves.
“Madoc,” I barely spoke, my voice almost like a cry.
He pulled his face away, cupping my cheeks and keeping us nose to nose. We were both panting.
“I want to be inside you,” he groaned, and I thought back to our night at the skate park in the rain. “But . . .” He straightened up and dropped his hands, “I’m not going to.”
His voice was flat, void of any of the heat that was there just a minute ago.
And he walked away.