We settle in an open space in the middle of the floor, giving us just enough room to join our bodies together. Taylor spins around so we’re facing. She presses her palm to my chest and looks up at me, her bright blue eyes wide and slicing through me. Everything and everyone around us disappears in this moment. Taylor has me under her spell, and I haven’t even kissed her yet. She must be a witch. That’s the only explanation for the voodoo this girl is working on me.
My skin ignites as if there’s a fire brewing beneath it when Taylor slides her hand up my arm and lifts the beer in her other hand to her lips. She grips my thick bicep with her fingers, unable to get her hand around it. Holding onto me, she sways her hips with a sensual look in her eyes and digs her nails into my skin. We don’t need to exchange words.
She wants me.
I want her.
There’s nothing left to say.
Chugging her beer, Taylor turns around so her back is facing me and rubs her ass on my body. My dick grows even harder, digging into her. She’s doing this to torture me. To taunt me. This is all part of some sick master plan to drive me insane. It has to be.
Taylor drops to the floor, low enough that I get a nice view of her ass. She has some serious moves, and she sure knows how to work her killer curves. Every once in a while, she peeks over her shoulder at me. It drives me fucking wild. My cock lengthens with each movement she makes, every look she gives me.
I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls if she doesn’t let me bend her over. I have to fuck her. Need to be inside her. But then those memories of the past come flooding back, forcing me to push the bad thoughts away. It happens every time. No matter how hard I try to overcome that terrible incident, I can’t manage to get past it.
Judging by the look in Taylor’s eyes, she wants me to touch her back. So, why am I acting like a pussy? My hand is at my side, the other tipping the beer to my lips as I watch Taylor do what she wants to me.
I lean forward to whisper in her ear, and she stills from my breath on her skin. “Keep grinding on my dick like that, and I’ll show you what I do to bad girls.”
Taylor stops shaking her ass and tilts her head back so that our eyes meet. “Is that a threat?”
Moving my hand to her hip, I pull her into my chest. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”
She smiles. “Sounds like a challenge.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to get you.”
Naked, I leave out.
“You want something, you gotta work for it,” she counters.
Game on, baby. Game on.
Chapter Six
Taylor
On our way home from The Sixth Floor, Drake stops at McDonald’s for me. I don’t make a habit of eating junk food, but it’s the only place open this late at night. I’m starving, the beer now going straight to my head as my stomach churns from hunger.
Drake reaches across the center console and shoves his hand into my bag to grab some fries.
“Hey.” I slap his hand, but he sneaks a fistful of fries anyway. “If you’re hungry, you should’ve gotten your own food.”
He laughs as he chews, his eyes fixed on the road in front of us. “I’d rather eat yours.” Drake licks the salt from his full lips and then glances over at me with an evil look in his eyes. “I’d rather eat you,” he adds, ripping a gasp from my throat.
Oh. My. God.
Rolling my bag to keep the food from getting cold, I peek over at Drake. “What is wrong with you? Do you think about anything other than sex?”
“I think about hockey,” he counters. “I’m thinking about you right now.”
My heart slams so hard into my chest it feels as though it’s trying to escape. With every fiber of my being, I want to hate him. I should avoid him as much as possible. So, why does he keep producing this strange reaction within me?
“You look hot,” he admits. “I like that outfit on you.”
“Thanks, I guess. I have no idea what to make of you, Drake Donovan. You’re such a dirty boy.”
Shit, why did I just say that?
I turn my head away from him to look out the window, but he slides his hand beneath my chin to pull my gaze back to his. His touch is so sensual that the way his fingers glide along my skin, sends shivers down my arms.
He rolls his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’d like to show you just how dirty I could get.”