Cole set his glass on a nearby empty table. “Oh, okay. I guess we better go then.” My pulse raced at the disappointment in his voice.Maybe he’s not ready to see the night end either, I thought hopefully.
“Ooor…” I said, drawing the word out.
“Or?”
His eyes met mine and held and I felt it—that special spark of something I always felt whenever he was around. “Or we could stay, and I could dance with you the way I’ve really wanted to all night.”
“That...that sounds good,” Cole responded huskily, and my cock stirred to life as his eyes darted down to my lips.
Grinning, I pulled him up against me and brushed my lips over his. “Get your sexy little ass on the dance floor.” Then I gave his butt a quick swat. He yelped in surprise, but I could see the eagerness in his eyes as he took my hand and led the way.
A slow song started as we reached the middle of the dance floor, and I spun him around to face me. His arms circled around the back of my neck, and I pulled him in closer, my hands splayed along his hips as we began to move. I leaned down, sliding my nose along his cheek and filling my lungs with the intoxicating scent of him; clean sweat, bodywash, and Cole.
He moaned as I kissed along his jawline, tilting his head back to grant me access to his throat. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I asked then I slid the tip of my tongue up his exposed flesh.
I bit down on the soft part between his neck and shoulder as he let out a breathy response. “No.”
“You drive me fucking crazy, that’s what. Every minute, of every day, all I can think about lately is you. I can’t sleep; I’m making stupid mistakes at work…Christ, I can’t even talk to your brother anymore without wondering when I’ll get to see you again.” I inhaled a deep breath, wondering if I’d said too much, but then he grabbed my face and kissed me. An earth-shattering, mind-bending, all-consuming kiss that I felt to the depths of my soul, and I knew in that instant that Cole Morris had ruined me for any other man.
We were both breathing heavy by the time we ended the kiss. The music switched over to something hot and sultry with a pulsing beat that sounded the way sex felt. I kissed him again, my tongue dipping between his parted lips, tasting his sweetness again. My hands slid down, cupping his firm ass and kneading the firm globes with my fingers.
My vision went a little fuzzy as I felt his solid erection pressing against my own, and he trembled in my arms. I spun him around and pressed my hard length against the curve of his ass, grinding my hips against him in a smooth, slow motion that had a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. My tongue darted out, catching the drop before it could disappear and rolling the sweet/salty flavor around in my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned. He tasted fucking delicious, and I couldn’t wait to taste him everywhere.
Cole suddenly gasped in my arms, and I opened my eyes. He was staring at something across the room, and I looked in that direction, finding two men, their eyes brimming with desire as they openly observed us. I was about to ask Cole if he wanted to leave, but then I noticed, the slightly unfocused look in his eyes, the way his chest heaved as he panted, and the pounding of his pulse at the base of his throat.Fuuuuck. This guy is going to be the death of me.
Eager to see how he’d respond, I began running my hands up and down his chest, my fingers circling around his nipples. The tiny nubs began to peak under my ministrations, and he bit down on his lip to stifle a moan. I committed each and every sound he made to memory. Cole kept his gaze trained on the two men across the room. When I glanced up at them, I saw what had him so enraptured. They were mirroring our movements with their own. Every flick of my tongue, every tease of my hands, they did the same, as if I got to control their arousal as much as I was controlling ours. It was exciting and new and fucking hot as hell.
Our hips kept up their perfect rhythm, thrusting and circling against each other in a slow grind. My palm spread across his flat stomach, Cole took in a stuttering breath, his head dropping back onto my shoulder as my pinkie finger dipped below the waistband of his pants, teasing along the silky line of hair there.
“You like being watched, don’t you,” I whispered in his ear. “You like having their eyes on you, seeing what I’m doing to you and watching you come undone. You’re a very naughty boy, Cole. I had no idea, but I fucking love it.”
Cole turned his head to meet my gaze through hooded eyes. His fingers wound their way into my hair as he said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet.” Then his lips sealed over mine in a kiss that had my legs wanting to give out from under me.
I turned him to face me, and he came willingly, the men across the room completely forgotten as we devoured each other’s mouths. “Please, Miles,” he whined.
“Please what?” I demanded, wanting to hear him say the words.
“Take me home,” he answered.
Chapter Seven
COLE
It feltlike an eternity as we waited for the limo driver to come back and get us and take us to get Miles’ truck from the hotel and then another lifetime as he drove us back to Vintage Ridge. I glanced down at his speedometer, wondering if I could convince him to go any faster, but I saw he was already going eighty. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling like I was about to lose my mind, and that helped to calm the riot of butterflies inside my stomach.
My hands were shaking with the need to touch him, and I balled them into fists in my lap, afraid I might cause him to wreck if I started exploring him the way I wanted to. What had happened in the club had been hot as fuck, and Miles had been right, to an extent. I did like the fact that those two men were watching us, seeing what Miles was doing to me from across the room. But what he hadn’t realized was the real turn on for me lay in knowing that everyone in that place got to see me with him. They saw, and they wished it could be them, but for at least that one moment in time, he was all mine.
Finally, Miles pulled up in front of my apartment and slammed on the breaks. I didn’t even have time to get my seatbelt off before he was out of the truck and around my side, opening the door for me like a true gentleman. I didn’t want him to be a gentleman right then. I wanted him to be the filthy man who’d practically fucked me through my clothes on the dance floor.
A growl rumbled up from his chest, and for a second, I thought I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. “Where’s your key?” he demanded.
“My front right pocket,” I answered, not bothering to reach in and get it. Instead, I raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Miles’ mouth lifted in a seductive grin. “Going to make me work for it, huh? I happen to like that actually.” I gave a startled gasp as his hand reached into my pocket, letting his fingers brush against my aching cock and turning it as rigid as it had been earlier.
“We better take this inside before someone hears us. Those sexy little noises you make belong to me tonight. No one else is allowed to hear them.” I had to admit, the possessive tone in his voice was pushing all my buttons.
With great effort, I allowed him to step away and then I followed him up to my door and waited for him to unlock it. He turned to me, right before he pushed it open. “Are you sure about this? It’s okay if you want—”
