Page 7 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
“Not at all. Just no one needs to do it but me.”
“You won’t dance with me, Keith,” I muttered.
He grinned, a wicked tilt of the lips that had me clenching my legs together.
Holy shit, he was not allowed to look that sexy at all.
He finished his two shots and then grabbed my hand, pulling me back on the floor. The slow song changed to an upbeat country song and he two-stepped me around the whole floor, making my heart pound the whole time. And when I thought he might let me go as the song changed again to something popish,he didn’t. He only pulled me closer, his hips grinding against mine as the bass pumped through us.
This was what I wanted.
Someone to hold me.
To make me forget.
Except the one man I was supposed to be forgetting is the one man who was holding me.
And though I was loath to admit it, it felt far better being held by him and doing this, than being with someone else.
Two hours later and far too many shots and drinks, we were back on the dance floor, shaking whatever we could together.
Was that dangerous? You bet your ass.
Did I mind it? Not in the least.
He felt good being pressed up to me like this and I didn’t want it to end. In fact, I wanted to be here, like this, with him, for the rest of my life?
Was that dangerous?
Big time.
Because grumpy Keith was sexy, broody, and hot.
Carefree, drunk Keith was a man I wanted to jump over and over. And for all his grumpiness, he was a damn good dancer. Had me doing things I hadn’t done before. And certainly, had me moving against him in ways I could only imagine. In fact, there was one point in time he had his thigh between my legs, and I fought hard not to grind my aching clit against him.
The first time, I thought it was just the dance.
This last time though, there was no way that wasn’t intentional.
So, with my arms around his neck, holding him, I ground my core over his leg, moaning softly at the contact. And when I thought he would freeze, he only pushed the hair back that had fallen out and whispered in my neck.
“Grind that pussy against my leg. Let me feel it. I want to feel your heat.”
Oh hell, no man had ever told me that. No man had ever made me want to do that in public. And yet, here he was, and I did just that.
I moaned into his neck as I pushed myself back down on his thigh, making sure my clit got some attention. His hands were on my ass, helping me, and I lost it. It was fast, hot, and brutal, making me shake in his arms as I struggled not to cry out.
“Fuck, Brittani, that was hot.”
I pulled back to look at him, still moving my hips.
I wasn’t sure if it was the liquor that made me brave or the fact that he did that, but I grabbed the back of his head and drew his lips to mine, biting the bottom one before kissing him furiously.
“Get us a room now,” I ordered. And under the darkness of the dance floor, I grabbed his hand that was on my ass and drew it over my center, letting him feel the heat.
Chapter 5
Keith
