Just watching her shimmy from left to right, feeling her against me, it’s like I have tunnel vision—like there’s no one else in the room but us.
I pull her against me so she can feel the effect she has on me. The evidence is hard and currently pressing against her ass. She glances at me again; this time, her eyes never leave mine as she deliberately grinds against me.
We get lost in the music as our bodies express what we feel for each other, what we wish we could do with them. I gather her hair and yank her head to the side, then lean down and press my teeth to her neck.
Despite the pounding of the beat, I hear her gasp as I bite harder—surely leaving a mark. Her hand finds the back of my neck and pulls me closer. My lips run gently down the slope of her neck until they find her shoulder, and I give her another bite.
I’m desperate to take things further. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life. It feels like if I don’t get more, I’ll lose my mind.
My hand glides up her writhing body until I outline the circle of her breast. Our eyes have never left each other’s, intensifying each second that we push this too far. When she shows no signs of wanting me to stop, my fingers tighten around her breast.
Her jaw drops as her eyes look like they glaze over in pleasure.
What would it look like to see my cock slide between those lips? I bet she’d struggle with my size.
The picture I see in my mind of her gagging on me almost makes me come right here out on the dance floor in front of hundreds of strangers. This level of arousal is out of this world.
Suddenly, the song changes to a much calmer beat. It pulls me out of my trance. I realize I’m nearly fucking this woman out on the dance floor, her brother only feet away from us.
I take my hands off her and step back, and she stumbles back from the loss. I grab the back of my neck as the tension builds immediately.
“Thank you for the dance,” I shout, then take off for the restroom.
My dick is like a damn rod of steel. I can’t go back to the group in this condition. I slam my hands against the restroom door and find an empty stall.
I pull my dick out, and my brain is already conjuring up images of her sucking my cock again. I let my hand work myself over as the act plays out in my head—over and over.
Within seconds, I’m coming all over my hand, grunting to myself in anger. I can’t believe I let it get that far.
That was not my intention. I just wanted an excuse to enjoy an innocent dance where I could get my hands on her body for a minute. Though thinking about it now, that doesn’t sound innocent at all.
I lean back against the side of the stall, and take a long, deep breath. I don’t even know how I’m going to go back out there and face her—or Walker.
After I clean myself up and get the courage to rejoin the group, Jessie and Eva are nowhere to be found.
I take a seat next to Sawyer, trying to act casual. “Where are the girls?”
“Jessie wanted to go to another bar.” His eyes look at me disapprovingly.
“What?” I ask with annoyance.
“How long have you had a thing for Eva?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t play stupid. I know what it means when a man approaches me on the dance floor to claim his woman.”
“That’s not what happened.”
“So, you’re in denial. Got it. This ought to be interesting.” He leans back and takes a sip of his drink like a cocky bastard.
Standing, I straighten my shoulders and clear my throat. “I’m going to call it a night. Good luck trying to find a chick in a place like this.” I dig at Sawyer, then nod my goodbye to the rest of the guys.
During the entire walk home, a war wages in my head as I think about the feeling of Eva’s body moving against mine to how much of a piece of shit, I am for touching her that way when her brother was right there.
That war doesn’t stop, even when I get home and am lying in my bed.
This attraction was supposed to get easier the more time I spent with her.