Redeeming You (Before You #2)(11)
Frowning, Cam looked over her head toward the dance floor. “I don’t know…your bro—”
She placed a single finger on his mouth. “It’s just dancing and you promised to show me your moves.”
She lifted her finger from his mouth just enough to release the pressure, but she could still feel the heat of his breath dancing along her fingertip. She held it there for an instant, and then dragged her finger down his chin, the bristles of his stubbly face pricking her fingertip, before letting her hand drop to her side.
He smiled his jaded rock star grin that never quite reached his eyes and she wished she could see the real Cam again, but apparently, he only let him out to play in small, calculated doses.
“Okay, we’ll dance, but if Alec says anything, you’ll tell him this was your idea.”
“I promise,” she readily agreed as she grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the dance floor.
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He shouldn’t do this. Cam knew it even as she pulled him onto the dance floor and spun away from him, her hips swaying provocatively to the music, her long dark hair shadowing one side of her face.
And then when she looked up at him, giving him the come hither finger, he was sunk. Her long dark lashes fanned her high cheekbones, her lips curled up at the edges in a sensual smile. She was a living, breathing fantasy. How had he missed it before? No more cold, humorless Taylor. She was a flame burning, almost too hot to touch.
Even as he stepped toward her and pulled her hips against his, he knew he’d regret this, but he couldn’t stop himself, not even if Alec came barreling through the crowd of people on the dance floor. He had no business wanting to touch her and feel the press of her body against his. Taylor was Alec’s sister. Chasing Ruin and the label hired her to keep him out of trouble, but none of that mattered in that instant. He was paralyzed by the promise of the sway of her hips and the sultry smile on her lips.
He dug his hands in the flimsy material of her shirt, sliding it up her waist ever so slightly so he could touch her soft, glowing skin. It felt smooth as silk as it clenched under his calloused fingertips. Moving his hips in time with hers, he buried his head in her shoulder, inhaling her scent until he couldn’t take any more. He needed to taste her. His lips grazed her neck, the same long, graceful neck that he wanted to lick salt from not less than thirty minutes ago.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he murmured against her skin even as his mind begged him for one more minute before he moved away from her.
“We’re just dancing,” she said, threading her fingers through his belt loops and pulling him closer.
It felt less and less like dancing with each brush of her skin and rocking of her hips against his. He was going to rot in hell for doing this. He made her take those shots out of total boredom, the need for company, and curiosity. And now that he had her hot, slim body anchored against his, he wanted more, and more would get his pathetic ass kicked out of Chasing Ruin without a get out jail free card.
“I need a drink,” he said pushing her away.
“No,” she said running her hands up his chest. “Just dance with me for a few more minutes. I love this song.”
He lifted his head and heard it—the song he loved and hated. It was one by Chasing Ruin. Jax wrote it and he suspected it was about Bre, so he hated it, but it catapulted them to the top of the rock world, so he loved it because it was instrumental in making his life-long dream come true. Always conflicted…was that how he’d spend the rest of his life?
I pull, you run.
I give, you deny.
I reach for you even though it’s wrong.
Don’t you know? Don’t you see?
I’d give you everything if you gave me a chance.
Let me love you. Let me love you.
Taylor pulled him closer, whispering the words of the song against his chest and suddenly the words once so painful to hear soothed him. When she whispered the last four words of the song so softly that he had to tip the side of his head toward her mouth to hear them, he held his breath, because deep down, he wanted to believe her. It had been so long since he felt close to anyone and maybe that was his problem—he had a hole in his heart that no amount of alcohol or women could fill, and not from a lack of trying.
She lifted her head at the end of the song, her dark blue eyes shimmering with emotion, and right then he didn’t care about all the glaringly obvious reasons he should run off the dance floor and crawl back into his den of self-destruction. He wanted to live in the moment. Even though the words she sang were lyrics and not a reflection of her feelings for him, for one fleeting second he wanted to pretend that they meant something, that he meant something to someone again, that he wasn’t just Cam the guitarist for Chasing Ruin. He was somebody separate and apart from his ability to play a guitar and his fame.
He brushed his thumb across her beautiful lips and he paused, debating whether he should take what he wanted. She was like the forbidden fruit dangling from the tree, and, in the end, he couldn’t stop himself. With his body aching for someone to hold on to, he bent his head, his lips hovering over hers and his mind knew it was wrong, but he kissed her anyway. He started off gentle and soft, giving her time to protest, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his upper lip, and all bets were off.
Within seconds, his mouth collided roughly with hers in a searing kiss. She whimpered quietly, parting her lips as a tremble rocked through her body. His tongue tangled with hers in a frantic rhythm that left him wanting more. He slipped one of his hands inside her shirt, his fingers tracing circles on the skin of her stomach, moving upward until he reached the underside of her lace bra. The scent of her skin, the taste of her lips, the sensual movement of her hips drove him crazy. It had been so long since he felt anything for anyone beyond the driving need for a one-time release.