Casual Affair

But you like this song and he’s so pretty, said the alcohol.

And you might be able to feel his boner through his pants again, said her vagina.

Ding, ding, ding! And her vagina was the winner. Followed closely by the alcohol. And trailing far behind in third place, her brain.

Zane laughed, mimicking her by finishing off his drink. Standing up, he reached for her hand. “If you haven’t learned by now that there are very few things I’m not good at, you’re not as perceptive as I thought.”

He pulled her along behind him, leading her onto the lively dance floor, his hand strong and warm in hers. A thrill snaked through her at the thought of being close to him, of rubbing against his hard body, feeling those muscles under his shirt. When he found a small clearing in the dancing crowd, he turned around and yanked her to him, bringing his face within inches of hers.

Just a little farther. That mouth is right there. There went her vagina again.

Just because you have lips doesn’t mean you get to speak, retorted her brain.

Someone has to. I’m sick of the vibrator. We need the real thing down here.

Her brain paused. Good point.

Before she could say anything, he spun her around so her back was pressed against his front. And he started to move.

Like, really move. The man had mad dancing skills.

With his hands gripping her hips, he guided their movements to the pulsing beat of the music. From their shoulders to their toes, their bodies were connected, plastered against each other. He ground his pelvis into her butt in an urgent, demanding way that inspired images of how he might move during sex.

Soon they were both breathing hard, lust crackling in the air around them.

Fuck. That feels good.

Halfway through the song she felt the hard bulge in his jeans press into her ass. She didn’t even care that he probably heard her soft moan. Especially when he let out an answering groan as she pushed back against that hardness, her hips rolling, rubbing his rigid shaft.

“Careful,” he murmured in her ear, his voice low with a dangerous edge. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”

She pulled him closer, turning her head slightly so he could hear her over the pounding bass. “I know exactly what I’m playing with. I take that sort of thing very seriously. And when I play, I play rough.”

He growled as his hands flew up to her waist, squeezing her tight. His fingers moved upward and swept across her breasts, palming them briefly before moving back down to her ass. When his fingers reached the hemline of her dress, her sex flooded with heat.

He acted like a man who had been starved of touch, as though he had to feel her everywhere.

And she wasn’t about to stop him.

While he explored her body, his face stayed buried in her neck, his hot breath sending tingles across her skin. The feel of his lips gave her goose bumps. And when his tongue sneaked out and licked along her earlobe, her knees literally went weak.

Good God. The man knew how to seduce.

She was so focused on his mouth that she almost forgot his fingers were inching her dress up, little by little. It was so dark in the club, no one could see what they were doing. She wouldn’t have cared if they could, anyway. She was halfway to an orgasm already.

“What do you think?” he asked roughly. “Is my dancing satisfactory?”

His fingers caressed her thighs, moving inward but always retreating before they could reach the Promised Land.

“I’ll write down ‘exemplary’ on your report card,” she said breathily, lost in their sensual bubble. “‘Pupil shows definite promise.’”

He chuckled darkly and grasped both of her lower cheeks, forcing a sharp gasp from her. “How about ‘exceeds expectations’?”

He kneaded her flesh and her pulse skyrocketed. “Mmm, yeah. Let’s go with that.”

She thrust back for more, and he groaned in her ear. “That’s what I thought,” his voice rumbled into her neck. “You know, this arse was the first thing of yours I noticed. The way you kept bending over when we were paintballing. I couldn’t stop staring at it.”

Holy hell. He was making her so hot.

“I noticed,” she said breathlessly.

“Did you also notice how hard I was for you? By the end of the game, it hurt to bloody walk.” He took her hand and pulled it behind her, placing it directly over his bulge. With his hand covering hers, they both squeezed. “Notice how hard I am for you now, Bea?”