The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(88)

Fuck.

“What can I get you?”

She turns again at the sound of the barman’s voice, and I lean into her as I order my drink, our bodies now flush. For a moment, we don’t acknowledge the move, although we’re both aware of it. But then Lucy does a little shuffle, and it’s not a shuffle to shrug me off. It’s a hip shuffle. It’s a look how quickly I can get your dick up shuffle.

“Luce,” I warn.

“Yes,” she drawls out.

I look down at her. “Let’s not start something we can’t finish.”

“We both know I can finish.”

I snigger. “You’re sucking the gentleman out of me by the minute.”

“I am?” she sings, flipping her hair over her shoulder and letting it fall down her back. “I’m ever so sorry, you’ll have to excuse”—she rolls her hips, grinding her ass over my dick—“me.”

My head falls back, and I try to conceal the rumble that fights its way from my chest.

This time when I step back into her, I do it with force. My hand slips up her thigh and around to the side of her ass. “I’m a goner,” I whisper into her ear. “You ruin me, baby. I had fucking plans tonight.”

Her body shakes in my hold, and I watch as goose bumps shoot up her arms. Her reaction only fuels my need. Knowing she wants this as badly as I do sparks an already growing obsession.

“Come with me.”

I ditch our drinks and move her to walk in front of me. I guide her with my hands on her waist.

Once we reach the dance floor, I pull her close to me. She comes willingly, placing her hands on my upper arms as she looks up at me with a sweet smile.

“Is your plan to seduce me with your dancing?” she asks.

“I’ve already seduced you, princess. This is me warming you up.” I lean into her, making her back bend. “Stretching you out so that you can keep up later.”

She laughs as I glide my nose up her cheek. “So thoughtful.”

“I aim to please.”

“Stop giving me your lines.” She makes a move to slip out of my hold, throwing up her arm as she spins around. I catch her waist and haul her back against me, this time my front to her back. “I want my Elliot.”

“I am your Elliot.”

She looks up at me with a wicked smile.

Her hips start to move to the music, and I mould to her, enjoying the position it puts us in a little too much.

Everything about her is as I remember, and it makes the last three months of torture feel unnecessary. I shouldn’t have worried about her. She’s exactly as I remember her to be.

She turns as the song ends, and another one begins, and my dick strains in my trousers, desperately wanting to drag her back into me. Instead, she moulds to my front, slipping her hand around my neck and grinding her pelvis against my erection. Her mouth drops open, the desire in her gaze crystal clear and on display for the world to see. It’s for me, though. That look, it’s mine. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

“I am?” she speaks so close to my mouth I feel the breathy words against my lips.

We both know what’s about to happen, and we’re both delaying it. I’ve never kissed this woman, but it’s something I’ve thought about a lot. We talked about it once, but I wonder if she’s imagined it like I have.

I skim my hand up the back of her leg, my fingers brushing her lace underwear before teasing along the crease under her ass.

I lick my lip and then drop my eyes to hers. “I want these lips on me, baby. Wet and messy. Sucking me in—”

She grinds harder, moaning as my hand squeezes the sensitive flesh at her inner thigh. She knows my words have double meaning, and I crave more of her reaction to them.

“Luce,” I rasp out.

She rolls her hips, and I meet her with the friction she wants. Her eyes are heavy, and her nose and lips skim everywhere but my lips. “Princess.” I use my thumb to lift her chin, splaying my fingers around her jaw and throat. Her gaze finally locks.

My lips part.

And then I smile.

She doesn’t give me anything back, her face bearing an almost pained look as she hovers right in front of me.

“Outta your head.”

Our lips brush.

The music blares around us, but it’s as if we are the only two people in the room. It’s just us in this moment, standing still in the middle of the thrashing bodies.

I drag my thumb across her bottom lip, my eyes lost and glued to the pouty flesh when she quickly moves in and kisses me.

I freeze for a second, not expecting her to take control. But then, she pulls away, and before she can open her eyes, I take her—my way.

My lips seal over her mouth, and it’s not as perfect as her sweet kiss. It’s a hard kiss, with hunger at the root of it, driving us as far as we can go as we plaster our bodies together. It’s not enough, though. My hands slide to the backs of her legs, and I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. Her hands slide over my face, scratching through my hair and dragging back over my stubble.

It drives me wild.

I lock her legs at my back myself and then push her hands off my face. “Get out of my way, Morgan,” I groan playfully.

I suck on her lip until she hisses, then kiss the spot to soothe the sting. My tongue licks through her mouth, and she catches it with her own, commanding me to give her more.