“The dance floor? Where the hell is there a dance floor in this place? I think you’ve had a little too much.”
I wave my hand toward him, showing him that I don’t care as I lead Dani to the cleared area we pretend is an actual dance floor. The liquid courage pushes away all thoughts I’ve had lately about Zach not being okay with this. After all, this is just one dance. I pull her close to me as I wrap my arms around her waist. She links her hands together around my neck and looks anywhere but at me.
“Hey,” I say, gaining her focus back on me. “It’s just a dance, not a marriage proposal.” She giggles at my comment. Damn that sound is seriously heaven. I could spend every day of the rest of my life making sure I heard that sound and die a happy man. Fuck, I sound pussy-whipped already and this girl isn’t even mine, at least not yet.
I reach up behind my neck, grabbing one of her hands, clasping it with mine, and pulling it to my chest. We move side to side, getting lost in the music and lost in ourselves. Her nerves quickly dissipate, and I can feel her relax against me. I need to be careful because if I pull her any closer at the moment, she will know exactly what she does to me. I’m trying to keep her away from the semi I’ve been sportin’ all night, but fuck if I don’t love having her this close to me.
As she relaxes, she places her head on my chest and says softly, “Your heart is beating crazy fast.”
I smile, but she doesn’t lift her head to see it. “Well, you do that to me.”
She doesn’t respond to my comment. I wonder if she even heard it. We continue to sway to the awful tunes of a one drunk Mr. Thomas Hughes, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
Dani looks up at me and doesn’t move her eyes away. Is she feeling this too? She has to be. Here’s my chance to kiss her again. I’m taking a big risk, and I’m not even 100 percent sure she wants me to kiss her until she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and diverts her attention back and forth between my eyes and my lips as if she’s asking for permission. I swallow and wet my own lips, which in kissing language means “hell yeah.” The space between us closes as I get closer to her mouth. I think she might pull back, and I open my heavy-lidded eyes one last time, asking her permission without words. She just nods moments before my lips crash on hers. My hands thread through her hair and pull her even closer to me.
Yep, there is definitely no hiding what she does to me now. Her hand releases from my neck and grips my shirt, like if she lets go she’ll fly away. I am keeping her grounded. She tastes of tequila and deliciousness as my tongue slips into her mouth when her lips part for me.
My hands leave her hair and rest on her hips tightly before pushing her back, knowing that if I don’t stop right then, I might take her on the dirty floor here at Lucky’s, and in front of her brother no less. We are both breathless, and her lips are swollen from kissing me. She has never looked more sexy… Wait, nope, that’s not true. The first night she got here as she bumped into me in only a towel in the hallway is tied for first place right now. She looks nervous as if she’s done something wrong, so I grab her hand to keep her from running and place one last chaste kiss on her lips.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“We should probably get back before your brother storms over here and drags me off the dance floor like in a cartoon.”
Dani smiles and glances over at our table. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair a tad messy from my grip.
“Oh my God he’s on his way over here.”
My entire body tightens, and I jump at the thought of this potentially going the wrong way. The slight smile Dani had before is now a full-blown smirk.
“I’m totally kidding.”
“Smartass.” I nod in the direction of the table and extend my hand to her. She takes it and we walk back to the table. Her hand never leaves mine. Once we approach the table, I see Zach helping Haylee into her coat. “Leaving already?” I ask, a little confused.
“Yeah, well, I found myself ready for bed all of a sudden,” Zach replies with a grin from ear to ear, giving Haylee a wink. She gives a little drunk giggle and fake yawns. It’s pretty clear neither of them are tired. I clearly underestimated Zach’s reaction because there was no way he missed that little display of affection out there, and I am still standing. Maybe he would be okay with it after all, or possibly he has had more to drink than I thought and he is at the stage where he is nonchalant about everything. “We’re gonna head out. Bill is paid—you got next time.”
I nod at Zach. “Thanks. See you at home?”
“Nah, I think we’ll be staying at Cami’s tonight. She gets back in town tomorrow so we’re going to take advantage of her place for one more night.” He winks at me now. “See you both in the morning,” he says pointing between the both of us as Haylee drags him out by his jacket. Shit, I would hate to be that Uber driver, I think, laughing to myself.
I turn to Dani, who is biting her lip, probably nervous as to what comes next as she realizes we will be alone together in the house tonight. Of course, that is pretty normal for us although we’ve never made out like this before, so to be honest, I’m not really sure what happens next. She reaches for her jacket on the back of her chair, and I quickly grab it from her and hold it up to help her into it. She slips her arms in the sleeves but doesn’t move from my grasp right away.
Leaning down, ignoring the next poor karaoke victim attempting to perform Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing,” I whisper in her ear, “Do you want to get another drink somewhere, or are you ready to go home?”
She takes a moment to think and looks over her shoulder in my direction and says the last
thing I expect her to say: “I think I want you to take me home.”
She says it not in a way meaning that she wants me to take her home and leave her the fuck alone. No, she says it in a seductive tone, inferring that I might just get to feel her in my arms again tonight. With that, I place my hand on the lower part of her back and escort Dani out of Lucky’s while we wait for a car to take us home.
T he ride home from Lucky’s is silent. I sit right next to Kyler with our fingers intertwined as he rubs his thumb against my knuckles. I don’t want him to sense that I am nervous even though I am. I want him—I want this. The car drops us off in front of the house, and Kyler scoots out first and offers me his hand again. I take it. We slowly walk to the house, and Ky takes out his keys from his pocket. I walk into the house first after he unlocks the door. Here goes nothing.
Once the front door is closed, I press Kyler up against the door, startling him with my forcefulness. I crash my lips onto his and take his bottom lip between my teeth, causing him to release a soft groan. He slides his tongue into my mouth while his hands land on my ass, and he gives it a squeeze, pulling me closer to him. We are making out like two starving teenagers. In an instant he spins us around and slams me into the door, pressing his body against mine so that I can feel how turned on he is. His hands snake down my body to find the hem of my shirt, and he pauses as if asking for permission. I open my eyes and look at him and nod. His eyes have gone much darker than usual, eyes that are filled with desire. There is no questioning if he wants me or not especially judging by the bulge in his jeans.
Kyler pulls my shirt over my head and drops it to the floor by our feet. He looks down, staring at my purple lace bra and my breasts that are spilling from it. “Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath.
That deep voice makes my panties even damper. Leaning down, he trails kisses from my jaw to my chest, leaving little nips along the way and caressing the skin with his tongue as if licking the wound. His hand travels down and rubs me through the front of my jeans. My breathing is already so fast, but then panic starts to overtake me. I’m going to have sex. Why is that scary to me?