Page 187 of Indecent Obsession
Nan watches everything like she should have a bowl of popcorn in front of her while we go back and forth. When she notices me noticing her, she smirks and gives me a wink.
Dante steps forward and puts his hand on my elbow. I gasp at the jolt of electricity through my system. “Let’s dance, pip.”
Drew chuckles and releases me. “How ’bout it, Nancy? Want to take a spin around the dance floor?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She smiles and takes his offered arm.
Dante leads us across the room and draws me into his arms. My whole being is hyperaware of every inch of him. The heat of him pulls me closer as his hand slides between my shoulder blades, holding me. I try to focus, to think of something besides him fucking me.
I long to lean into him, press myself against him, and lose myself in his arms.
“Which way did he go, pip?” Dante’s voice breaks apart my fantasy world.
I blink a few times before straightening in his arms. Of course, we’re here for a reason. I look in the direction Peter vanished.
“He left in that direction, but I didn’t see whether he left the room or not.”
Dante follows my line of sight, and I watch his jaw tick. His blond hair is pulled back into a bun and I just want to pull it loose, watch it fall over his shoulders. I’ve never been immune to Dante in a tuxedo.
His coldness kept me from being too forward in the past. But now that I know he wanted me as much as I wanted him, all those moments feel like lost opportunities.
“If you see him, let me know.” Dante returns his cool eyes to my face and they melt for me as the heat builds between us.
“Is that the only reason you wanted to dance with me, boss?” I ask quietly.
His gaze drops to my lips and he groans, his hand tightening on mine. “Pip, that’s a dangerous game to play.”
My insides buzz in anticipation. It wouldn’t take much to have him drag me out of here like he used to. Except now, he’d fuck me. In the hallway. The car. The elevator back to the apartment. Thrusting inside me over and over until we can barely breathe.
“We need to focus.” He leans down and brushes his lips against my ear. His deep voice makes me even wetter as he says, “Later, pip, I’ll take care of that ache you have.”
When he straightens, our eyes meet and hold. How did I ever decide not to pursue this man?
“Do you see him anywhere?” His tone is formal again.
Fuck, this guy might be a clue but I’m over here panting. I glance around as Dante spins me across the dance floor. My body follows his lead perfectly.
“I don’t see him, but there are groups in the far corners.” The lighting is dim. Some groups are mere shadows toward the back.
“May I cut in?”
Dante steps to the side as Wyatt fills the space he left. Dante gives me a nod before heading back to the outer edges of the ballroom. Wyatt draws me in tight against him. Inappropriately tight.
“Wyatt!” I keep my voice down, but damn. People will talk. It’s not a big deal if they talk about me and Drew. We’re together. We’ve been seen out in public.
“Shh, trouble.” He sways in time to the music, leading me with a quiet grace. Every inch of him contours to every inch of me like we’re two pieces of the same puzzle. I crave his closeness but this isn’t right.
I search his dark eyes but he doesn’t seem to care. “People will talk.”
“Let them.” His thumb rubs my bare skin. “Fuck, trouble, I can’t look at you without needing to touch some part of you. Every inch that’s exposed I want to kiss and mark so no other man thinks they can have you.”
The heat inside me bursts into flames. My hand slides a little closer to his neck and gently strokes along his collar, feeling his hot skin under my touch. There’s a piece of me that doesn’t care if everyone thinks I’m sleeping with him.
I want them to know he’s mine. I want to claim him the same way he claims me.
Looking away is impossible but I know I should. The fire in his eyes tempts me to misbehave.
“I’m going to hold you down tonight and fuck you properly, trouble.”
