Addicted

She moved down, rubbing herself against me as her eyes closed.

I gripped the back of her head as the music turned into a beat with a pulsing throb that had the crowd locked into seduction. "So beautiful."

"Me or you?" She opened her eyes and the light caught her perfectly, leaving her to look like something out of my wildest fantasy.

"You, honey. You." I moved down and pressed my lips to the side of her neck, kissing softly until I reached her ear. "You didn't let me give you my number, Chloe."

"Oh, so you remember my name." She stopped dancing and turned, leaving her face so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my lips. She was the seductress here, and I was holding on for dear life. Every cell in my body screamed for me to seal the deal and kiss her – hard.

"Of course, I do. How could I forget?" I glanced down at her mouth and moved in for the kiss as she spun away from me.

"Not interested, playboy. Find someone else."

I didn't realize how much I wanted her until she moved to the center of the floor, dancing with her friends and leaving me to watch. My breathing was off kilter, and for the first time in my long life, I yearned for something that I couldn't have: her.

After forcing myself off the dance floor, I rejoined my friends and let out a long sigh.

"The girl of my dreams is on that dance floor." I ran my fingers through my hair, not quite sure I had it in me not to go back after her and throw her over my shoulder like the caveman I was starting to feel like.

"Go get her, man!" one of the guys yelled and lifted his beer. "You're Finn Fucking Warner. You get any girl you want."

I looked over at him and laughed as the guys all hit their bottles together.

Any girl but the one I suddenly want. Karma's a bitch.

"What are you waiting for, dude? Go get her." Brian patted my back. "The blonde who was pressed to the front of you, right?"

"Yeah," I responded a little more breathlessly than I wanted.

"She's all yours, dude. Finest chick in this bar. Go show us how it's done." He pushed at my shoulder and I nodded, walking back toward her with determination.

Enough with the games. I didn't have much time with her as it was.

Chapter 9

Chloe

"Oh my goodness. Who the hell was that?" Cindy moved up beside me, sliding her arms around my neck and forcing me to lock gazes with her.

"No clue. He was cute, though, huh?" I played it off and tried like hell not to follow after Finn. He was bad news and though I couldn't stop thinking about him, nothing was going to become of us. It was silly to lead him on, anyway. He would just move on to someone else. Guys like him always did.

"Cute? He's the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time." Cindy shuffled us toward the edge of the floor. "You don't know him?"

"Nope." I shrugged and turned to find him watching me with an intensity that left me wanting to throw caution to the wind and give myself to him for a night, but it wasn't my style. It was a good thing I wasn't drinking. Nothing good could come of it.

"He seems to want to know you." She laughed and turned her attention back to me. "I'm going after him if you're not interested."

I shrugged and pulled out of her hold as the music changed. "Do what you want, girlfriend. I'm dating someone back at UCLA. A fling would be fun if I were single, but I'm not."

It wasn’t actually truthful, but it was my quickest excuse.

"Not the cheating kind, hmm?" She wagged her eyebrows as if cheating was the sexy thing to do nowadays.

"Um, no." I laughed and took her hand, helping her back toward the bar.

She moved out in front of me as I took a seat, her attention in the direction of Finn and his friends. "I want him. Can I take him back to your place?"

I'd just taken a drink of a glass of ice water the bartender handed me. I spit it all over the back of her little black dress thanks to her question.