The DJ switched tracks, and the club’s energy shifted as bodies pressed closer on the dance floor. Dom felt the bass in his chest, matching the thud of his pulse.
“Dance with me,” she said, and it wasn’t a question.
He should say no. Should finish his drink and walk away. Nothing good could come from reopening this wound.
Instead, he stood, took her hand, and let her lead him into the crowd.
The dance floor was a crush of bodies, the heat and sweat and perfume creating a heady mix that went straight to his head. Or maybe that was just her—the way she moved against him, her back to his chest, hips swaying in perfect time to the music. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress.
Two years since he’d last touched her, and his body remembered everything—the way she’d fit against him, the sounds she made when he kissed that spot behind her ear, the way her nails would dig into his shoulders when she came.
“You should walk away,” Dom whispered in her ear, his voice rougher than he intended. “We both know how this ends.”
“Do we?” She tilted her head, giving him access to brush his lips against her pulse. “Because I remember it ending quite well. Multiple times, in fact.”
Heat crawled up his neck. Damn her. Even now, she could get under his skin with just a few words. “Until it didn’t.”
She turned in his arms, eyes locking with his as she wound her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed together, and he felt the familiar curve of her against him, the way they still fit like they were made for each other.
The music swelled around them, but Dom barely heard it. All he could focus on was her—the heat of her body, the challenge in her eyes, the electricity crackling between them that had never dimmed, not even after years apart.
“What do you want from me, Vivi?”
She rose on her toes, lips brushing his ear. “Tonight.”
Just one word, but it set his blood on fire. One night. No promises, no future, just now. He could give her that. Could take what she was offering.
His hand slid into her hair, tilting her face up to his. “Just tonight?”
Her eyes darkened. “For now.”
That was all it took. His mouth crashed down on hers, years of wanting and regret and need pouring into the kiss. She met him with equal passion, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she pressed against him.
They barely made it to the exit, hands grasping, mouths hungry. The cool night air hit his overheated skin as they stumbled out onto the sidewalk, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging through him.
“Your place or mine?” she gasped as he backed her against the brick wall of the club, his mouth trailing down her neck.
“Car,” he growled. “Now.”
Her laugh was breathless. “Some things never change.”
The walk to his car was a blur, their bodies never fully separating. He fumbled with his keys, swearing as he droppedthem twice before finally getting the door open. She slid into the backseat, pulling him after her.
This was such a fucking mistake.
His mouth found hers in the darkness of the backseat, tasting whiskey and desire. The leather creaked beneath them as Vivi pulled him down, her fingers already working at his belt, her touch burning through the denim of his jeans.
“Christ, Vivi,” he groaned as her hand slipped inside his boxers, wrapping around him with that perfect pressure he’d never forgotten.
Her laugh was dark and satisfied against his lips. “I see some things have definitely not changed.”
Dom pushed her dress up, fingers tracing the lace edge of her panties. She was already wet, the fabric soaked through when he pressed against her. The sound she made—half gasp, half moan—shot straight to his cock.
“I’ve missed this,” she whispered, arching as he slid the lace aside and stroked her. “Missed you.”
The world tilted suddenly, his vision blurring at the edges. Dom blinked hard, trying to focus on Vivi’s face as a strange warmth spread through his limbs, heavy and thick like molasses.
Jesus, he hadn’t had that much to drink. Had he? He suddenly couldn’t remember and shook his head to clear it.
