Page 44 of Make You Stay

Judging from the way Barbara is hanging on her date, she’s determined to show me how little our time together meant, but I’m okay with that. Actually, I’m thrilled she moved on so quickly.

Now I can focus on the one woman who usurps my every thought. A woman who also has the greatest hip shake I’ve ever seen.

Seems many of the bar patrons agree, their eyes glued to Chloe’s body as she sways to the beat. Some women have a natural grace, an ability to work their bodies in a hypnotic subliminal call.

Chloe is the best I’ve ever seen, those wide hips and round ass gyrating on the floor until I’m certain every guy in the place has a hard-on.

She’s not even trying to draw attention to herself. If anything, she’s lost in me, her dark gaze focused on my every move.

Talk about an ego boost and a half.

When we take a break, I make a beeline for Chloe. Time to stake my claim before one of a dozen men come any closer.

She pulls me into a hug, her face glowing with excitement.

“Did you like it?”

“Loved it,” she exclaims. “You are so talented, Aidan. I don’t know how much you can see under those lights, but I was a dancing fool.”

“I saw. You’ve got some moves. I might have to set a perimeter around you, though.”

Her smile falters. “Am I that spastic?”

“No, but every guy in the bar was drooling in your direction.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw them, and I didn’t like it.”

“Are you feeling overprotective?”

“We’ll go with that term, sure.”

“I didn’t notice anyone looking at me. Then again, I was focused on you. You were hot as hell up there. Granted, you’re always hot at hell.”

I’m not sure if it’s the liquor loosening her lips, but I don’t care. It’s all systems go. “Trust me, they all stripped you naked in their minds. Like I said, you can move.”

Chloe gives her ass a smack, and I’m tempted to let her know I’ll take over that job for her. “How can I not, with an ass like this?”

Exactly.

Thank Christ, I didn’t say that out loud.

“No matter what I do—diet and exercise—I can’t ever lose the ass.”

“Stop trying.”

“Are you saying you like my ass?”

“Like would be an understatement, but I’m a gentleman.”

Rising on tiptoe, she hovers her mouth mere inches from mine. “And if you weren’t a gentleman?”

This woman. Holy shit. She’s got me tied up in knots and horny as hell, all in the same breath. I lean down, my lips caressing her ear as my hand slides down to cup the curve of her ass. “I would pay our tab, take you home, peel off those jeans, bend you over my table and show you how delectable I think your ass is.” When I hear her sexy little gasp, I know I’ve got her. With a light smack, I straighten up, offering her a wink. “But, I’m a gentleman.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

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