Drawn to You (Lover to Stepbrother)(73)

It’s like he is teasing me and I feel my heart beating a little faster. I have never wanted someone to touch me as much as I do now. I want his body close to mine. The song continues but he doesn’t make a move to close the distance. I start to think maybe I’m imagining it all.

My body heats up further when I feel his hands finally touch me, holding onto my hips, his body swaying with mine—following mine. I don’t know who he is, but I have never felt this pull before. I let myself get lost in the music and his closeness. The next song comes on, and again it’s a slow one. I am about to turn around but his hands grip onto me tighter, making me stay where I am.

He starts moving my hips, taking control of the movements. We have gone slower; his front is pressed into my back. I can feel his thumb stroking my bare skin and I swear my body shivers from the contact. I feel one of his hands leave my hip as he moves my hair from my shoulder and I feel his breath against my neck. I turn my head to the side but I keep my eyes closed, and he strokes his stubble against my cheek.

My stomach is full of butterflies and I almost come undone when his lips touch my skin, kissing it. He scrapes his stubble over my neck to my jaw, teasing me. I am getting turned on by it. How can this simple act make me turn into a puddle of goo?

His hand that is still holding my hip pulls me farther into him—I can feel his hard erection press against me. We are still swaying, but I’m panting with want. His hands leave me and he touches my shoulders, gliding down my arms until his fingers entwine with mine and guide my hands to the front of my jeans, close to my aching pussy. He grinds our hands against my thighs, close to my pulsing core. I can feel his breath picking up near my ear. Knowing he is turned on as much as I am is making me want to beg for him to keep going.

I don’t care who is watching, because right now all that I’m concerned about is him and me. I release one of my hands and loop it so it’s around his neck as I push myself farther into him. His free hand starts stroking the side of my waist and hip. He starts grinding himself against me as we still sway in our own little world and I feel that ache start to build. I can feel him getting harder and I can’t get close enough. He holds onto my hips again and squeezes tightly. I lift my other arm so it’s also hooked around his neck as I push myself closer into him, even though we can’t get any closer.

Our breathing is coming in fast. It’s like we are having sex through dance. I feel his nails dig into my side and I groan, gripping his hair. I hear him growl into my neck. I notice he starts to walk backwards and I follow him, neither one of us letting the other go. He could be taking me to Nevada and I wouldn’t care.

I would follow him anywhere right now.

We are hidden somewhere and I feel his lips press against my neck. His tongue licks across my jaw—tasting me. I start grinding my ass against his hard erection and again he growls, making me want to throw out all my morals and let him fuck me here and now. As though sensing this, he spins me around, his hands on my hips squeezing tighter—it’s almost painful but feels so good.

He pushes me against a wall and he presses his forehead against mine. I finally open my heavy eyes and I gasp when I realise who I am dancing with. I am looking into a pair of beautiful dark blue eyes that belong to Sebastian.

The guy my cousin is crazy over.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Holy shit, did Cara see me dance with him?

Feeling angry, I push him away from me and he looks at me like I’m crazy. I’d rather let anger take control, than my lust. I can’t believe I didn’t see who I was dancing with. Who doesn’t look, though? He is staring at me, watching me, and I can’t look away. He walks to me again and my body goes on autopilot and I slap him hard across the face. I cover my mouth with my hand in shock that I did that. I didn’t even mean to do that.

He looks angry and I don’t blame him. I am now speechless; no words will form. He walks back to me and pushes me hard against the wall again. He places both his hands on the wall—caging me in. His nostrils are flared, his eyes looking into mine darkly. “Why did you slap me?”

His voice ripples through my whole body and I try not to groan. His voice has just shot right through me to my very core. I can’t believe I danced with him the way I did and just slapped him. He is still looking at me, waiting for a reply, and I am trying to form words. I lick my lips as I start to feel a little dehydrated and his eyes follow the movement.

I need to walk away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I need to go, though.” I take a step forward hoping he will move, but he doesn’t and it makes me closer to his mouth. My eyes look from his soft lips to his eyes.

“You dance with me, you seem to be into it as much as I am, slap me, and then have to go?” He pushes his body against mine so I move back against the wall. He looks at me darkly again and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. “Fuck me, you are so beautiful.”

I look at him like he is the crazy one. My eyes are still on his and once again I feel like I’m lost. I suck in a deep breath, snapping myself out of it. It’s no wonder he is the ultimate player—his eyes, voice, and body are like sin. I put my hands on his chest and blimey, they are hard, but I push him slightly.

“I need to go,” I breathe out. I know he doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t want him to let me go, but he has to. I need to harden myself up. “I’m not after a single fuck.” I duck under his arm but his hand hits the wall, blocking my way past. I roll my eyes as I realise that I’m making this a challenge for him. It’s like what Cara said, he probably isn’t used to girls walking away.