My mouth goes dry, and my blood floods with adrenaline. She’s not dancing alone, and as the people who surround her ebb and flow with the music, they part enough where I can see her. She’s with another girl.
Their legs are staggered together, hands sliding up the other’s arms slick with sweat. Eve rolls her hips to the beat of the music that seems to match the pulse that pounds in my ears. She flips to give the girl her back and then raises her hands into all that long blond hair. Just like the first time we met, watching her dance has my dick hard and aching. Every move she makes has me imagining her doing the same straddled over my lap while I’m buried deep inside her tight body.
I grip the railing to keep from lunging at her and ripping that tiny skirt up to her waist. Fuck. Her hips swivel, and with her hands in her hair, a slice of skin at her belly button shows. The girl she’s dancing with slides her hands around and trails her fingers higher . . . higher. Eve’s head drops back to the girl’s shoulder.
The eager girl cups Eve’s breast. Oh, fuck no.
As hot as it is to watch and as fired up as this little dance of seduction is making me, this is Eve. No one fucking touches her. Jealousy rips through my chest, and before I can put together a coherent thought, I’m prowling toward the dance floor. I shove through a crowd of horny assholes that have formed a semi-circle around the pair of girls, probably hoping to get in on their show, but they’re sorely mistaken.
I reach them and grab Eve’s hand hard. Her head jerks up along with her wide blue eyes. I take moment to study her gorgeous face now healed and as vibrant as it was before the accident. With her eyes on me, I want to savor the moment, but what I need to do, what my body demands, is riding me with an urgency that I’ve never felt before.
A symphony of shit talk and booing comes from the small crowd as I drag Eve to the back of the club and into a dark hallway with a lighted red Exit sign above it. I shove open the door and spill out into the back alley. I whirl her around and push her back against the wall, caging her with my body.
“Camer—”
My mouth comes down on hers in a punishing kiss, hard, demanding, and unforgiving. Fisting her hair, I tug her head back and to the side, pressing in so we’re touching chest to hip, my knee between her legs. She gasps, and my tongue dips deep inside the warm cavern of her mouth.
A low moan rumbles up from her throat, and her body melts into mine. I growl my approval and flex my hips into hers to show her exactly what her little fucking dance did to me. What she does to me.
Two months of not having this mouth spew sass and shit talk, this body tempting me with the simplest of sways. A wild, almost savage urge to fuck her hard right here roars through my blood.
I use my knee to spread her legs and push her tiny skirt up to her waist. Her nails rake up my arms, over my tee, and into my hair, pulling me deeper into her mouth. Fuck, yeah. She wants this.
With a swift tug, I pull her shirt up over her breasts. I run my thumb over the pale purple lace and watch her chest rise and fall faster. I slide my fingers beneath the fabric and pop out one breast before doing the same with the other then lean back to take her in. She’s pinned to the wall, shirt to her neck, gorgeous tits bared and moving with the force of her quickened breath. My dick strains against my jeans.
I try to be gentle, focus on not hurting her as my hand moves to the damp panties between her legs.
“Fuck, doll, you miss me as much as I missed you?” I run my fingers back and forth against her, wishing it was my dick that was feeling the wet heat of her arousal. “It better not be that bitch that got you this wet.”
I look down at her and groan at how sexy she looks: swollen lips ripe from my sucking, heavy lids, flushed cheeks.
“Tell me what turned you on, Eve.” I growl the words against the tender skin below her ear.
“Y-you . . . I . . . It’s you.”
I slide her panties to the side and bury two fingers into her. “Missed this; missed you.”
“Don’t stop.”
I taste the length of her neck, drinking in the warm sugar scent of her skin. Her body writhes against my hand, desperate for more.
“Cameron . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Please . . .”
“Come home with me.”
“Can’t wait.” Her hips press down on my hand and she rubs herself on my palm.
So fucking hot I could come right here from just feeling it. “You want it here?”
“Yes.”
I unzip my jeans, and it doesn’t take much to free my hard-on. Fisting it tightly, I press the head into her so she can feel how fucking serious I am about giving her what she wants right fucking now. “Last chance.”
She hikes one leg over my hip and leverages her back against the wall. “Now or I swear I’ll die.”
Raking her panties as far to the side as I can get them, I press inside her body. “Hell, baby, you feel too good.”