Flirting with Forever: A Hot Romantic Comedy(46)

He squeezed back. “I’m glad she has you to talk to.”

I looked up and met his eyes. They were warm and inviting, his subtle smile sending a tingle down my spine. “Me too.”

His gaze dipped to my lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d craved a man’s kiss with so much intensity. I wanted him to drag me outside, push me up against the wall, and kiss me until I couldn’t breathe.

“Can I be honest about something?” he asked.

“Of course.”

He moved in closer. “You’re kind of killing me tonight.”

“Am I?” I asked, my voice full of mock innocence. “I thought you weren’t interested.”

“Yeah, we both know that’s not true.”

“What are we going to do about this, Dex?”

He slid his hand around my waist until it came to rest on the small of my back. “We’re going to dance.”

I placed my hand on his broad shoulder and let him lead. The music was slow and we were probably supposed to be keeping kids six inches apart or something, but I figured the other chaperones could pick up the slack.

We moved to the music and I learned something else about Dex St. James that surprised me. He could dance.

The tattoo artist with a teenage girl. Who hugged his parents, drove a boring family car, and had taken care of his daughter on his own from the day she was born.

That man could also dance.

There was something deliciously old fashioned and masculine about the way he moved me around the dance floor. Subtle shifts of his feet, his hands gentle but strong. I didn’t need to know where he’d move next. He guided me like an expert.

If he left me with all this unresolved sexual tension tonight, I was going to scream.

But there was something in his eyes—something different. It was as if he’d stepped around the boundary that had separated us. Dropped his defenses. Desire burned hot in his gaze and he didn’t shy away from it. He owned it.

I had a feeling he was going to own me.





19





NORA





The deejay switched things up and moved to a song with a faster beat. But Dex and I kept slow-dancing, as if the music didn’t matter. I moved my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck and he pulled me tighter against his solid body.

Without a word, he let go and took my hand. A second later, he was pulling me across the gym, away from the stage, lights, and dancing kids toward a door. He pushed it open and dragged me through, into the night air behind the gym.

The door banged shut. He pushed me against the wall and before I could so much as breathe, his mouth was on mine.

It was like he was a mind reader. Wish granted.

I welcomed him, grabbing his shirt to pull him against me, my back arching with the aching pleasure of his kiss. His tongue delved in, persistent and demanding. He was hard and hot and rough, setting my blood on fire.

My panties were going to be soaked.

His erection pressed into me and I almost gasped. Even through his jeans it was impressive. I rubbed myself against him, reveling in the way he groaned into my mouth. Our kisses grew frantic as the tension between us unleashed.

An hour ago, if you’d told me I’d want Dex St. James to fuck me up against the wall behind Riley’s middle school gym, I would have said you were crazy. Sure, I wanted him, but in some concrete alley? No, thanks.

Now? I wanted him inside me and I wanted it now.

I moved one leg to hook around his, desperate for pressure where I needed it. Dex didn’t disappoint. Still kissing me, he slid his hand between us, his thick fingers delving beneath my panties.

My breath caught in my throat as he caressed my sensitive skin, his fingers trailing through my wetness.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes.”

For a second, I wanted to guide him—tell him what I needed. But I didn’t have to. Which was good, considering I probably couldn’t have uttered another coherent word.

Groaning again, he plunged a finger inside me. I clung to him, biting the inside of my lip so I wouldn’t cry out. Another finger slid inside and his palm pressed against my clit. My eyes rolled back and my knees almost buckled as sensation blazed through me.

How did he know how to do that on the first try?

His fingers curled and I was pretty sure his other arm was the only thing holding me up. He rubbed my clit, fingering me mercilessly. Harder and faster while I panted, rocking my hips with the motion of his hand.

He’d stopped kissing me, although I didn’t know when. His eyes were locked on my face, his gaze intense. I gave in to the pleasure, letting him work his magic, taking me higher and higher.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?”

I could hardly form the words to answer. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“You’re going to come for me, Nora. Right here.”

I nodded, practically breathless.

“That’s it, beautiful. I want to watch you come.”

He’d granted my wish. I was certainly going to grant his.

One more stroke and I came apart. My inner muscles clenched and released around his fingers and it was all I could do to stay quiet. He moved with me as I rode out my orgasm, the pleasure rippling through my entire body.

My eyes fluttered open. Dex’s eyes were on me, his lips turned up in a subtle smile. He slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth to suck my taste off them.