I slid my hands over her hips, enjoying the feel of her under my fingers. Her dress was thin, and I could feel the elastic that lay over her hips, connecting her panties from the small triangle that covered her to the thin string that ran down her ass. My body hardened to the point of pain, my chest tightening with the knowledge that I could find release just thinking about her.
"What are you doing?" She pressed her hands to my chest, keeping a distance between us.
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her ear, breathing in the sweet smell of her perfume. "You asked me to dance. I know how to just be friends with someone, so I figured, why not."
"I did not." She lifted her eyebrow as I moved back.
"I can't hear you." I leaned down and turned my face from her as she leaned in, her lips brushing over my ear.
Fuck.
"I didn't ask you to dance. I asked if you liked to dance." She moved back and glanced around.
"Oh, sorry. Shit." I tugged her a little closer. "Our friends are all dancing. Don't leave me out here alone. It wouldn't be very kind of you, and you're already two strikes in."
"Two strikes? For what?" Her large brown eyes moved around my face as she kept a firm press on my chest.
"One for the car situation the other day and then the lake this morning. I could have drowned, and then what?" I moved my hands up a little, trying to keep myself from sliding them any lower. I'd already have most women in a closet on their knees, but not this girl. She wasn't going anywhere. Why did I want her so damn b
ad?
She laughed, and the sound drove a stake of desire through me. I wanted to make her laugh again. Even though it was a sarcastic “suck it” laugh.
"I could care less if I strike out." She glanced around. "You just don't take no for an answer, do you?"
"I'm not sure what I asked you for that has you wanting to say no. I'm pretty sure I asked you for help today and you said no. And you asked me for a dance, and I didn't deny you. Am I missing something?"
I spun her, pulling her back against my chest and rocking against her as she started to relax a little. The music was sensual and fun. A few more beers and I might get her to grind against me.
Might.
"I'm not interested in guys like you, Brody. You're wasting your time." She pulled from me a little, and I spun her again, pulling her flush against me.
"Well, the way I see it, our friends are going to want to hang out. Where you and I have nothing going for us, that doesn't mean we can't be buds." I pulled back a little, giving her space. The light pink on her cheeks and down her neck accompanied with the fast ticking vein in the side of her neck let me know just how little I affected her.
Liar.
"Buds? Like fuck buddies?" She laughed and pulled back completely. "I don't think so, mister."
"Fuck buddies? I have plenty of those. I just meant...aw, never mind." I turned and walked to the center of the dance floor, turning and dancing with a large group of girls. I was done for the night. Being overbearing wasn't my style. Teasing her back into my arms would work out much better.
"Brody?" A feminine voice caught my attention, and I turned to find Dina standing there in a tiny black dress.
"Wow. You look..."
"Fucking hot. I know." She moved toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "You messed up yesterday. How about you make it up to me tonight?"
"Whatcha got in mind?" I moved us out to the edge of the floor before sliding my hands over her exposed back. Her skin felt good against my fingers, but she wasn't the girl I wanted beneath me for the night.
"A long night of making each other moan?" She lifted to her toes as if to kiss me, but I spun her away, pulling her back to my chest and pressed my hand to the front of her taunt stomach.
"Dance with me first." I leaned down and pressed my lips to the side of her neck, nipping softly as she rolled her hips and massaged me with the steep curve of her ass.
"Anything you want. Just don't fuck up again." She turned a little to line her face up with mine.
I moved back slowly and gripped her hips tightly, dancing with the music as she worked her body against mine. She was sexy as hell, and yet I couldn't help but glance around until I found Cora.
She turned from me the minute our eyes met, the emotion in her gaze one I'd seen far too many times to ignore. Jealousy.