His hand slid lower, grazing along her thigh. Her hands hooked around his neck and pulled him closer, and he took the cue in stride. He slipped his leg between her pliable thighs and felt her sit down
slightly onto it. The warmth from between her legs pulsed his cock, and his hands began to shake. Her pussy. Her wetness. It was right there, cradled against his skin. His hands ran up the curves of her waist and slid up her arms, his hands finding hers and lacing their fingers together.
The music transitioning into yet another song as Ash wrapped his arms around Kallie. Their fingers threaded and her arms crossed over her body as her cleavage spilled from her dress. His lips graced the shell of her ear again and he felt her shiver. Giving into the want that was coursing through her veins.
“Pretty Kallie,” he said into her ear. “You are a wonderful dance partner.”
She smiled and the innocence behind it pulled him in. He wanted to feel her naked skin against his. Next to his in bed. He wanted to spend the night plunging in and out of her body, watching her writhe with pleasure underneath him. He wanted to know what she tasted like. What she felt like. How she moved and undulated against him as his cock sank into her. He wanted to feel all of these things with her, but there was something else.
Something he’d never experienced before.
He wanted to take up to her.
And that took him by complete surprise.
Chapter 9
Kallie
It felt good.
Better than good.
She felt exhilarated. Free. Beautiful in all the right ways. Her hips were grinding against Ash and his leg was thrust between hers. The tendrils of his mahogany hair felt so good laced between her fingers. His nose danced along the shell of her ear as he whispered compliments in between the changing of songs.
She couldn't remember a time where she’d felt this alive.
Kallie was glad she went out. Ash was charming, funny, and a wonderful dancer. His hands commanded her hips without controlling them, and every once in a while, his fingertips would brush against her skin. She found herself wanting him to open his shirt. Wanting to feel the strength of his lean chest against her back. She was entranced by this man who seemed to be good at whatever he put his hands on.
And his hands were currently on her.
She slid from his leg and twirled her hips around. The song transitioned again and Ash was right against her chest. Wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her back into his leg. Her hands gripped his shirt, feeling the strength of his taut muscles underneath the flimsy fabric.
She nuzzled their noses together, feeling his hot breath pulsing against her lips.
Kallie had never had a one-night hookup, and she wasn’t going to start on her vacation. Her honeymoon-gone-wrong. Maybe a hot makeout session in the cab on the way back to her villa, but that was about it. That was all the good time she would be able to handle. It was all she wanted to handle. A bit of tongue. Some caressing. Maybe his hand cupping her breast. Then she wanted to go home, pass out, and revel in the beauty of the night.
“Don’t you go anywhere,” Ash said against her ear. “I’ll be right back.”
He twirled Kallie out before he left to use the restroom. Her eyes followed his long strides and watched as his body moved with the grace he had on his surfboard. She walked over to the bar to catch her breath, leaning against it and asking for a glass of water. Sweat was dripping down her back and she could feel it trickling underneath her tight dress.
“Can I get you anything?” a voice asked.
She turned around and saw a burly man standing behind her.
“No thanks. I just need some water,” she said.
“A sweet girl like you could use a beer,” he said.
The bartender handed her a small cup of water and she threw it back quickly.
“Or a shot maybe?” the man asked. “That was an impressive swallow.”
“Thanks. I think. But really, I’m okay,” she said.
“Then why don’t you dance with me a bit?”
“I’m actually waiting for someone.”