Page 57 of Wild Thing
I let my body language answer him. I covered his hand with mine and tilted my head to the side, giving his mouth wider access to my exposed neck.
I closed my eyes and pretended we were together while our bodies moved, rocking slightly to the thrumming beat of the music.
Both of his hands snaked around my waist, locking me in place.
The combination of the sexual tension, alcohol and music encouraged me to gyrate my leather-clad ass even harder into his crutch.
He was hard.
Brax knew I could feel him. I was driving him crazy and it was turning me on.
He slid one hand down low, to where my hip met my thigh.
My skin was on fire from his touch.
In this moment, there was nothing else. My mind emptied of all thoughts. There was no Zack. Ally. Work. There was nothing. Everything and everyone simply ceased to exist.
All that mattered was us.
I sunk into Brax, my back on his chest. He accepted the invitation and nuzzled into my neck. His lips lightly grazed over my ear, before his mouth found the sensitive spot on my neck.
He dragged his lips down my neck, melting my skin.
So.
Fucking.
Sexy.
“You drive me crazy…” he whispered, tightening his grip on me. His hand was almost between my legs, where I so desperately wanted him to be.
I was so fucking turned on my vision was blurry.
Leaning against his chest, the music and sexual tension pumping through both of us, I needed him closer.
I snaked my right arm upwards towards his neck, pulling him deeper into the nape of my neck.
He growled in my ear. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
He shifted his head to the other side of my neck and hovered his mouth over my ear. His lips grazed my earlobe.
“You smell so good," he said as he planted a soft, light kiss just below my ear. “Like salted caramel.”
My eyes rolled back into my head as the urge to have him reached a level so intense, I felt like my body was going to explode. It was hot as hell in here, yet my entire body was covered in goosebumps. I was so turned on, I had to squeeze my thighs together for some relief at the ache between my legs.
Brax dragged his nose down the slope of my neck and whispered four words I'd been dying to hear.
"I've fucking missed you."
The feeling was mutual as fuck.
Placing my hand on his, I guided it up towards my stomach, under my shirt and then up towards my chest. He stopped as his hand reached the underneath of my breast, but I pushed it up, willing him to feel my tits.
He did. He found my nipple, gently flicking it with his thumb, hardening it even more than it already was. He massaged my entire breast, weighing it in his hand, squeezing it.
My knees buckled and my chest tightened. I groaned with pleasure at his touch. His hands roamed my body and I thought I might die there and then.
I wanted him.
