He wiggles his eyebrows with a playful expression on his handsome face. Dylan takes the empty bottle from my hand and drops it onto the bar. He orders another round for us, and we wait, surrounded by dozens of people. From this vantage point, Sloan would never find us.
My skin pricks with electricity when Dylan slides his hands down my arms until his fingers are digging into my hips. I grip his muscular biceps, holding onto him like a vise as I sway my hips, grinding against him.
A sensual look crosses his face, his eyes holding mine. We don’t need to exchange words. He wants me, that much he made clear in my bedroom earlier. All week Dylan has made comments about my body, and I love the way he used to worship me. Like I’m a goddess put on this earth for him to please. He made me feel loved and special, and during times of serious self-doubt, he made me feel whole again.
“Be careful,” I say. “If Sloan sees us…”
“Sloan’s too busy to notice us.”
We grab our beers from the bartender, and then Dylan moves me away from the bar, closer to the back hallway but still on the main dance floor. Spinning around, I raise my arms above my head, and dance like no one is watching. As if Dylan isn’t burning a hole through me with his intense gaze.
I back up into his erection that’s now pressing into my ass, rubbing my butt on him to see if he’ll take the bait. We can play these games all we want. For years, we have tried to fight our attraction for one another. It’s been a long fourteen months since my last boyfriend. And for those months, I’ve been lonely and horny and wishing I could have one more night with Dylan.
So, why not act on my feelings for him? I’ve never been much of a one-night stand kind of girl, but this is Dylan. He’s the only person who knows the real me.
I lean my head back on Dylan’s chest, and his thick arms wrap around me, his hands slowly moving down the front of my body. He stares down at me with his mouth open, his teeth gently grazing his bottom lip. My skin burns as Dylan’s hands roam over my body.
When the song changes to a more techno beat, I move faster. Dylan brushes his lips along my neck, sticking out his tongue to taste me. I drink in his manly scent, allowing myself to get lost in him.
Reaching behind me, I drag my fingers down his chest until I find his hard cock. With his body molded to mine, it reminds me of the old days when we were happy and together. He used to make me feel so good. Like I was on top of the world.
And I loved every second.
Dylan slides his hand up the front of my dress that suddenly feels too tight. My body trembles when his fingers move up my stomach. And I can’t stop myself from moaning when he drags his thumb over my nipple, teasing the tiny bud.
“What are we doing?” I choke out, barely able to catch my breath.
His lips touch my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I need you, Ash.”
I peek up at him. “Why now? Because we live together?”
He shakes his head. “Every equation has a constant and a variable. You’re my constant, Ash, the one thing in my life that never changes.”
Of course, he fires back with something nerdy that makes no sense, but I get the meaning behind his words. In his own way, I guess Dylan is telling me that I’m the one. He doesn’t mean it. How could he? If I were the girl for him, he wouldn’t have let me walk away five years ago. He would have fought for me, for us.
“You’re drunk,” I shout. “This is the beer talking. Wait until tomorrow morning, when you wake up with a hangover and regret saying that to me.”
“The only thing I regret is not being there for you when you needed me.”
“I don’t understand what you want from me.”
“I want you, Ash.”
After the song switches to a high-tempo rap mix, the crowd and their mood changes along with it, and the bodies and faces become one giant blur. I’m not drunk, but one taste of Dylan has me higher than any drug. When I’m with him, I get drunk on pleasure. I lose myself and the world around me.
Dylan leads me further into the back of the club, far enough away from Sloan that he won’t see us. He grabs both of my arms with one hand, holding them above my head against the wall. With his free hand, Dylan pushes the hair off my neck and then cups my chin, crushing his lips against my jaw as he plants soft kisses along my skin, slowly making his way to my mouth. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his expression intense.