Chapter Eight
The last hour she’d put on a performance for only him, though others had certainly benefited. The way she moved, her body shimmying to the endless stream of dance music, made his pulse pound, his blood hot, his entire body throb—for her.
For seeming like such an uptight little thing, Cat had no problem losing herself in the music. She moved so effortlessly, the sequins on her dress catching the light with every thrust of her hips, every shake of her ass. Drawing everyone’s eye to her and only her as she danced on the outer edges of the floor.
He knew they watched her. How could they not? Her beaming smile surely captivated them. With her arms above her head, she swung her hips, tossed her hair, her skin shiny with a damp sheen of sweat. She danced with men, with women, never moving from her spot but never letting anyone touch her.
And all the while, Rafe watched, captivated with the way she moved, the seductive smile she constantly flashed in his direction. He appreciated the little show she made just for him, but he was slowly growing weary.
More than anything, he was growing aroused.
Having her in his arms earlier when they’d danced, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, fingers in his hair. Her shifting so innocently against him, made him harder than a rock. His body was completely attuned to hers—she was a craving his body needed to satisfy.
He hoped to find his satisfaction later tonight, when they returned home—as long as Cat was willing.
She seemed perfectly happy to continue her little dance of seduction. He planned on cutting it short soon, ready to whisk her away, back to his apartment, where he could strip her of the sequined dress, press his mouth to every inch of her glowing, bare skin, yet all the while she’d still be wearing those shoes.
Damn. Rafe frowned. He had no idea he harbored such a shoe fetish, but it was certainly making an appearance tonight.
He drained his second beer, not necessarily drunk but definitely feeling no pain. He set the empty bottle on the table beside him, the table he’d been leaning against for the last sixty minutes. When the waitress started toward him, ready to refill his order, he shook his head no. He was done drinking tonight. With a quick smile, she turned, disappearing into the crowd as quickly as she appeared, and he returned his focus to Cat.
And found her with her back to him, the skirt of her dress indecently high, showing a fine length of thigh as she wiggled her ass and drove him fucking insane.
His skin grew hot and tight, and he pushed away from the table, going to her. He shoved his way through the crowd, earning more than a few irritated stares and grumblings for his rudeness, but he didn’t give a shit. He had a single-minded focus that had everything to do with the woman who had no idea she was driving him out of his mind with lust.
Stopping just behind her, he inhaled sharply, her scent filling his head, making it spin. He rested his hands on her hips, felt her jerk from his touch, but then she melted against him, her back leaning against his front, her ass shifting against his groin.
Making his cock harden even more.
“You rub against all unknown men who touch you on the dance floor?” His mouth was close to her ear and cheek, and he could feel her skin stretch as she smiled.
“I knew it was you,” she said simply.
He let his hands wander to her front, his fingers stroking her flat stomach, grazing over the sequins. “How? You didn’t see my approach.”
“I could smell you.”
Ah, just as he could smell her. Their pheromones, or whatever you called them, were a good match. He caught scent of her and all he wanted to do was pounce and claim. Perhaps she had the same reaction to him.
“Have you had fun?” He nuzzled his cheek against hers, heard her sharp intake of breath, felt the subtle stiffening of her body. She reacted to him so easily. When they would finally come together, it was going to be so good between them.
“I’ve had a wonderful time.” She sounded breathless, her dancing at a minimum now that he had his hands on her. “Thank you for bringing me here. And for letting me dance.”
“It’s been my pleasure, watching you,” he whispered in her ear, kissing it, nibbling on the lobe.
She shivered. “What are you doing?”
He ignored her question. “Are you ready to go?” No doubt she was nervous, and he didn’t want to scare her but it was proving hard to resist her.
Cat rested her hands on top of his forearms, her fingers lightly stroking his bare skin. This time he was the one who shivered. “I think so.”
“Then let’s leave.” He squeezed her tight, closing his eyes against the wave of foreign emotion surging through him. Having her nestled so close in his arms brought out all of those primal urges he’d always believed he didn’t have.