Move (Club Kitten Dancers #1)(20)

He’s not here to sweep me off my feet.

Then again, maybe that’s not what I need right now. Maybe I don’t think to think so seriously, so deeply about these things. Maybe it’s enough to get my mind off the disaster that is my life.

Maybe it’s enough to just find someone to spend time with.

Maybe sex is enough for tonight.

“Why’s that sweetheart? You got a boyfriend hiding somewhere around here?” The man’s body is pressing against mine now. We’re chest-to-chest, and each time I breathe, my breasts rise and fall, pressing against him.

I’m very aware of every part of my body, of every bit of my skin.

“No,” I squeak out.

“Then dance with me.”

He pulls me to the center of the room. The dance floor is packed, but Mr. Gorgeous doesn’t seem to mind. He holds my waist and moves his body like he’s a professional dancer instead of one of my brother’s friends.

He’s my brother’s friend.

I keep trying to tell myself, but despite the warning bells going off in my bed, I’m caught up in the moment, swept into everything that’s happening.

“How do you know Richard?” I manage to ask. I have to stand on my tip-toes and yell into his ear because the music is so loud.

“We were roommates in college,” he says. “For a year.”

I quickly go through the list of people my brother lived with. I can name most of his roommates and I’ve met all of them at various functions over the years except for one.

“You must be Aidan, then,” I say, and the look of surprise on his face delights me.

“Lucky guess,” he says, quickly collecting himself. “How’d you know my name?”

“Richard and I are pretty close,” I tell him, but I start laughing when I see the look of concern on his face. He thinks I’m Richard’s girlfriend. Gross. “He’s my brother.”

I wonder if this will scare Aidan off. Am I off-limits because I’m the little sister? Most guys would run away. Most guys would be scared.

Only Aidan doesn’t seem to mind. Instead of looking afraid, he just laughs.

“Of course you are. I know all about you, Mia.”

Now it’s my turn to look surprised. All about me, really?

“Only good things, I hope.” Aidan grips my hips harder, sliding his hands just under the hem of my shirt. The feeling of his hands against my hips makes me excited. My body is lighting up under Aidan’s touch and there’s a part of me that hopes he won’t stop.

“I heard all about Tommy Miller and Darin Hopkinton,” he says. He leans down to tell me and I can feel his lips brush against my ear. Fuck. I want him to take my ear into his mouth and bite me.

“I can’t believe Richard told you about them,” I protest. My high school boyfriends weren’t bad people, but my brother hated them. He was thrilled when we broke up. Instead of trying to console me when I cried over them, he told me being single was a healthier way to live.

For f*ck’s sake.

“Oh, he told me all sorts of stories,” Aidan continues. The song ends and he leads me from the dance floor. He takes my hand and pulls me through the crowded room until we’re at the back. All the booths are full, so we simply stand in the corner.

Well, I stand in the corner.

Aidan blocks me in.

Only I don’t feel scared with Aidan. Something tells me he doesn’t want to hurt me, at least in any way I wouldn’t like.

“What else did he tell you?”

“He told me you like to go skinny dipping with boys who are older than you,” Aidan leans down and kisses my neck.

“He told me you like to make out with your boyfriends in the woods and get caught by the police,” Aidan kisses the other side of my neck.

“He told me you like older boys, dangerous boys,” Aidan looks at me in the eyes, waiting for something from me.

Anything.

I nod, and he kisses me, devouring my mouth, owning me. He kisses like some sort of beast and he tastes just as wild. Somewhere in the back of my head, I know I’m at my brother’s party and shouldn’t just go around making out with his friends, but I’m too far gone to care.

Why the hell didn’t Richard ever introduce us before?

Aidan is exactly my type.

He’s f*cking perfect.

He’s everything I want.

My head clears and I push him back far enough to meet his eyes.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell him. “I live around the corner.”





Chapter 2


Mia



Present Day



Honeypot, Colorado is about a two-hour drive from Morris Creek, which means if I leave early tomorrow morning, I can be home before nightfall. I doubt Aidan and I are going to talk for very long, but I at least feel like I should tell him in person.

Oh, he gave me his phone number after that night, but I never called. That wasn’t the plan. I didn’t want a real relationship.

Aidan was supposed to be a fling, a surprise. He was supposed to be one night only and no strings attached.

Well, he definitely attached his strings and now we’re going to be pretty f*cking close for the next two decades, at least.

I pack a little bag in case I hit bad weather and need to spend the night. You never know what might happen. I don’t particularly want to spend any time in Honeypot, but I like to be prepared. I toss in an extra outfit, a spare toothbrush, and some hair products, then deposit the bag neatly in my trunk.