Because of Low (Sea Breeze #2)(28)

“Thank you,” she whispered staring up at me as her feet touched the ground. I knew this was the part where I let her go and stepped back but I didn’t like that idea. Instead I kept my hands on her waist. The tips of my thumbs barely grazed the underside of her boobs and damn if the way her eyes widened at the innocent touch didn’t make me hot.

“You remind me of those chocolate covered strawberries we had for dessert,” I admitted. Her cheeks turned a pretty rose shade and a small smile touched her lips.

“How so?”

“Well,” I ran my hand up her side being careful not to touch her breast then traced the low neckline of the dress barely grazing the smooth skin just above her cleavage. “This dress is the same color as that chocolate and you look absolutely edible in it.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth reminding me of our kiss earlier.

“If I kiss you now Low, we’ll never make it inside. I don’t trust myself. And I really want to dance with you,” I whispered taking a step back and moving my hand to her lower back then steering her toward the entrance. I could feel her erratic breathing against my palm.

Opening the door to the Hurricane Port, I knew Rock and the crew would be here. Jackdown was playing here tonight. I’d debated keeping Low all to myself and going toward Pensacola to go dancing or bringing her here, where my friends were. I decided I wanted them all to know we were out together. I didn’t want any question in anyone’s mind, especially Krit, that she was indeed off limits. We might not be exclusive, yet, but I knew if they all saw her with me that Preston, Krit and even Dewayne would know to back off. Where Cage’s stupid declaration wouldn’t scare them off, loyalty to me would.

“Do you want to go sit with everyone or would you rather get a table by ourselves,” I asked leaning down to speak in her ear so she could hear me over the noise.

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

“It doesn’t matter to me either. I intend to keep you on that dance floor wrapped up in my arms most of the evening so where we sit is pointless.”

She turned her head causing her lips to almost brush against mine. Her warm breath bathed my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself. I slid my lips against hers licking her bottom lip just the way I’d fantasized about doing when I’d watched her eat the chocolate strawberries. Immediately she opened her mouth to me and her tongue touched mine cautiously until I groaned and pulled her closer up against me. Her mouth was sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted. Kissing had never been something I thought too much about. But Willow’s lips were plump and soft and so damn hot. This time she broke the kiss and took a long deep breath.

“Wow,” she whispered lifting her eyes from their focus on my thoroughly kissed lips to my eyes. “I want to dance with you too,” she explained grinning. “That’s the only reason I stopped.”

Mmmm.... her dimples were sweet.

Unable to keep the extremely pleased look off my face I slipped my hand around her back and pulled her against me as we made our way toward the guys. Rock was watching us with an amused grin on his face. He’d obviously not missed our kissing.

“Well, well, well lookie here. If it ain’t my best friend with the lovely Willow,” Rock said tilting his mug half full of beer at us.

“Damn man you about ate her face off back there,” Preston teased.

“I just want to be there when someone tells Cage,” Dewayne piped up.

“Hello to all of you too,” I shot them all a warning glare. I didn’t want Cage’s name brought up. “I’d love to stick around and hear some more of your brainless comments but I’d rather dance with Low.”

“Ow, I’m hurt. Injured beyond f*cking repair,” Preston called out as I turned Willow around and led her to the dance floor.

Pulling her in front of me and cradling her in my arms I pushed our way through the mass of bodies until we were in the middle of everything and well out of the viewing distance of the table.

Low turned around smiling at me when we stopped and began moving to the music. It took me a minute to join in. The sight of all that red hair cascading over her shoulders as her hips kept beat to the music and the flimsy fabric of her dress gliding over her upper thighs made it hard to concentrate. Low wasn’t as tightly strung as me. She actually seemed more relaxed than she had all evening. This was her element. She liked to dance. Another thing to file away in my memory. Reaching out I rested my hand on her hip and pulled her closer. If she was going to move like that I wanted to reap the benefits of it. She came to me happily running her hand up my arm as she moved her other arm up and over her head while she rolled her hips. I may not make it very long before hauling her out of here and pressing her up against the nearest empty wall.





Willow

I loved dancing. It was freeing and exciting. But with Marcus Hardy’s hands on my body it was quite possibly my most favorite thing on earth. I let myself go and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Sexual foreplay wasn’t something I knew much about. But dancing. That I could do. Turning in his arms I pressed my back against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. As my backside moved against him I felt the brush of his hard on against my lower back. Oh. This was new. He didn’t seem to mind that I could obviously feel it. I kept moving closing my eyes and laying my head back against his chest. This was going to do wonders for my dreams. His fingers expanded on my waist and then one slowly slide across my stomach then back down moving over to slide down my hip just as it reached my panty line. Okay. Wow. I could feel my body start to tremble a little. I wasn’t sure why but I liked the way it felt. The second tremble caused Marcus to stop and his hands gripped my waist hard.