“I hope you were talking to me.”
I blinked, my head whipping around to see a tall guy with sandy-brown hair giving me a blatant once-over. My stomach flipped—whether from excitement or nerves, I wasn’t sure. I’d never had a man check me out so obviously before, and I…I liked it.I think.
“I could be,” I said.
“Right answer.” Without waiting for a response, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me into him. Being manhandled was another new experience—outside of a football situation, that was. So many firsts today, and I’d only been in Canada for a matter of hours.
I had no clue what I was doing, but I mimicked his movements, dropping my hands to his waist, and began to move to the music. Dancing was something I could do withoutthinking, just letting my body instinctually move, and I began to relax as the stranger grinned at me in approval, matching my movements.
“You’re a good dancer,” he murmured into my ear. A smile spread across my face as I drew back to meet his gaze. Hazel eyes sparkled at me as he returned my grin.
I never got to see the colour of Conan’s eyes.
I shook my head to dislodge that thought, returning my attention to the guy I was dancing with. “Thanks. You’re not too bad, either,” I told him.
He pulled me closer but kept enough space between us that I was comfortable. Some of the men here were pressed so tightly together…
His mouth moved back to my ear. “I want to kiss you.”
I swallowed hard. Was I ready for this?
Stop overthinking it. It’s just a kiss. With a man.
Moving back to meet my eyes again, he lifted his brows, and I nodded, swiping my tongue across my suddenly dry lips. His face moved closer, his mouth descending on mine?—
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” a voice growled from my left, way too close for comfort. Before I even had a chance to register the words, an arm banded itself around my waist, yanking me away from the guy I’d been about to kiss.
“You!” I spun around, pushing at Conan’s chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
His lip curled with amusement. “Saving you from mediocrity.”
“Fuck off. I don’t need saving, especially not by the person who ditched me the second we got here.”
“You came together?” My dance partner stared between us, his brows pulling together.
“He’s with me,” Conan ground out, wrapping his arm even more firmly around my body so we were pressed together justas tightly as the guys I’d been eyeing earlier. My former dance partner muttered something about not wanting to get in the way of drama, and then he was gone, leaving me alone with the most infuriating, cock-blocking man on planet Earth.
“Seriously. Fuck you.”
“Is that an offer?” His tongue slid across his lips. “I could be down for that, British.”
British? I glared at him, ignoring the shiver that went through my body. “No, thanks.”
Lifting his hand, he brushed his thumb over my lower lip. I shivered again.Bastard. His head dipped to my ear. “Stop talking. Let’s put that mouth of yours to better use. I know you want me.”
“I fucking don’t?—”
His hand covered my mouth, and he smirked, walking backwards and bringing me with him until we reached the wall. Lowering his hand from my mouth, he gripped my jaw, his shadowed gaze boring into me.
“Last chance to back out.”
I glared at him. “You’re an asshole.”
“That’s not a no.” He pressed his thigh purposely against my— Oh, fucking hell. I was angry, I was frustrated, and I wasso fucking hard.
“Shit,” I whispered, and he flashed his teeth at me.
“Tonight, you’re mine, British.”
