Page 124 of Right Man, Right Time
“Excuse me, but I’m pretty sure it’s my birthday. Therefore, I can dance with whoever the hell I want.”
“It might be your birthday, but my boys are also here, which means you shouldn’t be dancing with anyone but me.”
“Is that really the reason you just scared the piss out of that poor guy? Or is it because you can’t stand the thought of another man touching me?”
My jaw works to the side as I look away. She’s got me pegged. I could give two shits about my boys being here. What I care about is her being close to another man. Touching another man. Even looking at another goddamn man.
“Answer the question, Silas.”
“Both,” I say. And when a satisfied smile crosses her face, I know I’m fucked.
How could I not be fucked?
Ollie is easily the sexiest woman in this club. Hell, the sexiest I’ve ever seen. She has me by the balls, even if I want to believe that’s not the truth.
“Then dance with me,” she says as she slides her hand up my chest and around my neck, pulling me onto the dance floor. “I want to feel you against my body.”
“Ollie,” I groan as she spins and presses her backside to my front. She starts moving to the music, and I just stand there, letting her rub against me, enjoying every goddamn second of it.
She moves my hand around her waist and presses it against her bare stomach, just like I envisioned. As she moves against me, her ass grinding into my pelvis, I find myself growing more and more frustrated with holding back rather than just taking what I want.
Maybe for a moment, just a moment, I can give in.
I can take.
So I allow myself to loosen up, and I pull her in even closer as I move my hips with her. Her hand grips the back of my neck, anchoring herself in place, and I explore her body with my hands as we dance together, in unison, like this is what we were meant to do our entire lives.
Everything else around us fades, and it feels like just me and her out here on the dance floor. There isn’t a fake contract, there aren’t complications, and there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just the two of us.
She grinds into me. I bite my bottom lip, holding her right where I want her, and together, we move, her ass making me harder with every beat of the music. I grow so hard that my body starts to float from the euphoria of it all. All intelligent thoughts dissolve, and I’m left with pure animalistic behavior.
I want more.
I need more.
With one thing on my mind, I move her over to a wall where I spin her around and prop one of her hands against the wall as my other hand moves up her body just below her breast.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I say as I lean close and move my mouth against her ear.
“I want you inside me,” she says, her leg snaking around mine, sending a beat of electricity up my spine.
My will bends, and I press even closer into her pelvis, showing her how much she turns me on. When she lets out a light moan, my body tenses, prepping for more. I grip her by the ass, lift her up so she circles her legs around my waist, and pin her against the wall, her center lined up with my hard-on.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” I ask as I thrust my cock into her pelvis.
“Didn’t think you would care.” Her hands thread through my hair.
I thrust again, and this time, she lets out the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard. “When it comes to you, I care about everything.”
“If you cared, then you wouldn’t torture me,” she says as she moves her forehead against mine. “I want you, Silas. I want you so much that I think about you at night when I’m pleasuring myself. I think about you in the morning, wondering if you missed me from the night before. I think about you so much that it makes it hard for me to concentrate during the day. Please tell me you feel the same about me.”
I thrust against her again, and again . . . and again, my breath becoming labored as a trickle of sweat rolls down my back. Her grip on me becomes deathly as she whispers, “Tell me, Silas, tell me you want me.”
“Of course I fucking want you. Jesus Christ, Ollie.”
Keeping her right where I want her, I thrust again. Her head falls against the wall, her panting growing heavier. I lower my mouth to her neck where I nip, lick . . . trail kisses along the column, all the way up her jawline. I lift her chin so our mouths line up, and as I stare down at her, my need for her driving my every move, I wet my lips.
“Do it,” she says breathlessly. “Kiss me, Silas.”
