I start to look around to see if I can spot those gorgeous brown curls from earlier. But the bartender is back with our drinks before I can get a good look.
Grabbing our cups and turning, we place our backs against the counter and begin scanning the crowd.
Something catches my attention in the corner of my eye—an aura of arrogance and sex appeal.
Cam and who I’m assuming is Reed are making their way over to us. Cam offers this big, goofy smile that I can’t help but smile back at. He lifts his arm and waves to us. They close the distance between us rather fast. Everyone seems to move out of the way for, as Char would say, the six-foot Greek gods.
Cam doesn’t stop feet away from me; not until he’s inches from my face. He leans down, placing a small kiss on my cheek before moving to my ear. “You look incredible, Laura.”
I’m not used to casual compliments, and a blush stretches over my cheeks.
He pulls away, and I mouth the words,Thank you.
Reed and Charlotte are being all cute and shy, meeting for the first time. But I will give it to her—they do have instant chemistry.
Cam leans against the bar next to me, pressing his shoulder gently into mine. I look up to him, and in the flashing lights, his jawline looks incredible.
He must feel my stare because his lips tip up, and he slowly turns to me. He nods his head at my drink. “What do you got in there? It looks crazy.”
He’s not wrong. It’s one of the reasons I like this drink. It’s vibrant blue with bright pink at the bottom. And when you swirl it, it blends into this gorgeous purple.
I clear my throat. “It’s a Wonder Woman.”
I’ve put about half of this down in the last five minutes. Mostly out of awkwardness.What else am I supposed to do? Just stand here?
I giggle with no clue as to what’s funny. If there were a picture in the dictionary next to the wordlightweight, it would be a picture of me.
Being a lightweight has a big pro. It’s very cheap to get drunk. Con: I’m a drinker who totally falls for peer pressure. That means, I always go past my limit.
I finish the rest of my drink probably too fast. Cam offers his hand for my empty cup. And I let him take it. He tosses my cup into the trash.
He sways back over, stopping almost toe to toe with me. I drag my eyes over his fitted button-up shirt to his stark blue eyes.
My gaze drops to his lips without my command. Definitely signaling that the alcohol is starting to take effect.
His lips tip into a smirk, and he takes a step back, offering his hand to me. “So, how about that dance, Laura?”
I playfully roll my eyes and place my hand into his. Turning, I make a mental note of where Char is.
Wow, it must’ve really been love at first sight—or first slip of the tongue. Because I can’t tell where Reed ends and she begins right now. I laugh and turn back around, letting Cam lead me onto the dance floor.
Into the abyss of grinding bodies I go.
Once he finds a spot he likes, he lightly places both hands on my hips, letting me move them as I begin swaying to the music.
My drink is really kicking in. Tingles have started dancing on my skin. I revel in the feeling and in the overwhelming sensations rushing through my body.
The beat is pounding in my eardrums. I swear I can feel it in my chest.
Cam’s grip begins tightening on my hips, but I do not mind in the slightest. In fact, I wish his thumbs would dig in just a little harder. He pulls me into him, closing the space between us. The next sway of my hips rubs right in line with his. And with this napkin of a dress between us, I can feeleverything. I can feel the tightness of his jeans, of the want building in his pants.
His hands begin trailing up my sides, sending shivers in their wake. They slowly run back down. But they stop halfway, and his hands wrap around my hips.
My body reacts to him before I even know what happens. In one swift move, he spins me, smashing my ass against the front of his jeans.
A little out of breath from the shock of that and a little from how much I like it, I stop swaying. But soon after, my body catches back up, right as my breaths begin to quicken.
I push back, grinding my hips into his, falling back into line with the music. His fingertips dig into my sides, harder and harder, and pulsing sensations vibrate out from his touch. This man knows what he’s doing.
