“Okay, you know the drill people,” she said. “Robert here is going to call out the word for each song, and then you’re going to stop and run to the bar.”
She pointed at the long table across the room. It had been set up with what looked like a thousand shots already poured across it.
“What’s going on?” I asked Jameson.
He smiled and shook his head, but didn’t get time to explain before the music turned on. It was Fireball by Pitbull. And the next thing I knew, Lily was running across the room to grab my hand.
“C’mon.” She grinned. “You’re going to love it.”
I shot Jameson a helpless look, and he just shrugged as his sister hauled me onto the middle of the floor. Then Robert gave instructions over the mic.
“Alright, ladies and gents. The magic word for this song is… you guessed it... fireball! Every time you hear it, you take a shot. When you’re not taking shots, you better be dancing your ass off. And go!”
I barely had time to grasp the concept before Lily started busting out her best moves in front of me. A nervous glance over my shoulder confirmed Jameson was watching me from the chair where he’d taken up residence.
“C’mon,” Lily urged. “You have to dance or you’ll get kicked off the floor. It’s part of the game.”
I started to move, even though I had no clue what I was doing. I mirrored Lily for a moment, and then we were running for a shot. The process continued for the entire three minutes, and it felt like we’d taken about ten shots. Now I understood why the alcohol was so weak.
When the next song came on, I started to loosen up and have fun. I glanced over my shoulder to give Jameson a playful wink, only to find Katherine standing at his side. She was trying to talk to him, but his eyes were trained on me… and there was no denying the hunger I saw there.
“Mind if I cut in?” a smooth voice asked from beside me.
I glanced around to see one of Jameson’s friends from the wedding. His name was Carl if I remembered correctly.
I nodded politely, and he started dancing in front of me. Thank God for the fast music because I didn’t want him using this as an opportunity to get grabby. Or at least that’s what I thought.
Carl’s hands found my hips anyway, and he started to weasel his way closer. A wave of nerves came over me because I didn’t know what I was supposed to do in this situation. Would Jameson want me to just go with it, or not?
I didn’t have time to think about it, because the next moment, a possessive hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me against a hard body behind me. I didn’t have to look to know it was Jameson. His hand came up and rested on the base of my neck as he started to move against me.
“Carl.”
The word was filled with venom and Carl backed away immediately. I was grateful.
I still couldn’t see Jameson’s face. But I could feel his hard body against mine, and then his lips on my ear.
“Vixen.”
Like a light switch had been flipped, I spun in his arms and snaked my hands around his neck, staring up into his molten dark eyes. Good Lord, the man was sexy as hell.
I smashed my breasts against his chest and rubbed my belly against his obvious arousal, a jolt of electricity zipping down my spine. His eyes were hooded and filled with lust as I curled my fingers in his hair and brought his lips down onto mine.
He kissed me hard and deep, like he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands found my ass and squeezed, and for a moment, I almost forgot we were in the middle of a crowded room. Until people started whistling and making crude jokes around us.
Jameson pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting as I pleaded with my eyes for him not to stop. I needed him. I wanted him to be the one.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered.
He released a breath like my words were exactly what he needed to hear. And then he pulled me along behind him.
Chapter Seventeen
We’d barely gotten the bedroom door shut before Jameson and I started tearing at each other’s clothes. It was desperate. Frenzied. Almost two weeks’ worth of pent up sexual frustration coiling inside of us. When we came together, I knew it was going to be an explosion.