Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
The guy doesn’t get all up in my space, so I allow it, swaying a little more intentionally, my knees bent slightly as I get more into the movements.
The lights cut out then, and several strobe lights kick on, making everyone shout in excitement. It’s not dark by any means—there’s still plenty of light coming from the other rooms around—but it’s a vibe.
The liquor starts to kick in, inhibitions out the window, and I press closer to my dance partner. Hands come around my front, closing around me and pressing to my ribs in a way that I’m not too drunk to recognize as intimate.
Still sexy but in a familiar, deeper way.
I peek behind me, meeting a pair of green eyes.
“Hey, beautiful.” Alister smiles assuredly, but I can feel the unease in his hold on me. His fingers twitch the slightest bit, unsure that this is okay.
I’m not sure it is either, yet I keep dancing, my eyes apparently glued to his over my shoulder.
Little by little, his grip tightens, and when I don’t protest, he tugs me into him until there’s no space between us.
His hand comes up, fingers running along my jaw, and my lips part.
The moment he loosens his hold, I spin, our chests now pressed together, as if we both not only knew exactly what to do but when to do it, our bodies in tune with each other’s in a way only lovers—past lovers! my hindbrain shouts—are.
We keep dancing, my leg between his and his between mine, and with every dip of our hips, I grind against him; he grinds against me.
I’m sweaty and probably drunk and most definitely turned on.
I haven’t had sex since the afternoon I left his bed nearly two semesters ago, and my body is remembering the way he treated it.
Very, very fucking well.
Alister’s eyes flare, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips, and I can’t take it.
Ripping myself away, I tear down the hallway, clenching my eyes closed.
Stupid girl, what are you doing?
“Cameron!” he shouts, his calls never growing more distant because, like I knew he would, he follows.
You’re an idiot, you’re an idiot, you’re an idiot.
People are scattered all around, but I ignore them, quickening my pace.
I get to the end of the hall, then take the stairs two at a time, rushing up and around the mini library.
Just as I pass it, my wrist is caught, and I’m yanked around, Alister having been hot on my heels.
“Please don’t run—”
I shove him against the wall, silencing him when I crash my lips to his.
He freezes, but only for a split second, and then he’s on me. Gripping and squeezing, smashing me to him, his tongue pressing into my mouth and tangling with mine.
My skin prickles with need, my body burning with it.
I tear away, and he stares at me with pink smeared across his mouth, eyes dark, pupils dilated.
He frowns slightly, but then he hears the soft click of the knob, and his head snaps over his shoulder, realizing where we are. Where I led him.
To the very place I left him—his bedroom.
His eyes slice to mine again, but I don’t give him time to speak. I shove him into his room and kick the door closed behind me.
I knew he’d follow me, just like I knew where I was going.
Smart? Probably not, but the decision was made, and I’m good with it.
I tear at his clothes, and he helps me peel his shirt from over his head. I push him to the mattress, throw my own top somewhere to the side, and we scoot back until I can straddle him near the headboard.
My hands dive into his hair, and I kiss him hard, drowning in his familiar taste. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls free, dipping down to kiss my neck. He sucks lightly, his hands coming up to cup me over my bra, and I roll my hips into him, chasing the heat.
“Damn, baby,” he groans, pressing his erection up against me. “God, I’ve missed this.”
“Stop talking.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His hands tug at my bra, freeing my left breast, and he takes me in his mouth.
I shake against him, pulling on his hair but pressing him farther into my chest. My head falls back, and I reach behind myself, fingers going to the clasp of my bra as his undo his belt.
It’s a tantalizing sound, and my toes curl into the comforter beneath me.
I sit up slightly, and he drags his jeans down. I barely allow him to get them past his hips before I’m lowering again, bra sliding off and tangling around my wrists.
He chuckles, helping it off before pushing my skirt up over my ass and moving my boy shorts aside, lining himself up at my entrance.
Closing my eyes, I sink down onto his hard shaft, heat zinging up my spine at the stretch. “Yes,” I moan to myself, hips pressing down and rocking slowly.