Page 5 of Cocky Player

She threw her head back and laughed, tugging me farther into the throng of people.We danced, found our rhythm with her easily following my lead.She was a good dancer, probably trained, but she still submitted to the way my hips rolled and my hands held hers against me.I turned her, her back to my chest.My cock to the top of her ass sliding my hand to the front of her stomach, my other at her hip moved to the hem of her dress where my thumb ran along her inner thighs, brushing the soft skin of her where I’d have my hands and mouth later.

She shuddered against me.Goose bumps slid along her skin, making it not only obvious but enticing at how easily I could turn this girl on.Talk about an ego boost.

I dropped my head so I could press my lips to the side of her neck, trailed them down, open-mouthed, brushing along her skin as she writhed in front of me.And holy shit this was hot.Her body was liquid, her skin delicious, and every puff of breath she made as I tasted her was powerful, like her hand was already wrapped around my dick, squeezing me.

My hand at her thigh brushed forward, barely beneath the bottom of her short dress but as I swiped again, her body tensed.A minute flinch of her stomach beneath my hand and I paused.

“This okay?”

Her hand fell to mine beneath her dress, hot small palm on mine and I couldn’t help but look down.Her skin was pale against my tanned skin, so small and thin.

“Yeah.”She turned and I met her gaze.Her lip disappeared between her teeth and back out again.That small movement.

She hesitated.

I started pulling my hand out of her dress.I wasn’t a man who would take what wasn’t offered.Had I read her so wrong?

“Can we…can we go somewhere more private?”

Ah, so that was her hesitation.No problem.

“Of course,” I murmured and leaned forward, my lips brushing over her lips, testing…tasting…she inhaled a quick breath before relaxing against me, turning more so I could kiss her mouth head-on and she gave me what I needed.Quiet consent with her movements.

I kissed her, kept it light, respecting her need for privacy but God, one taste of her was so different than the hurried, forceful movements of so many one-night stands where it was all about the function and urgency, not the details of the color of her skin, the scent of peaches, the purity that still screamed angel.

“Let’s go,” I whispered, pulling back, licking the last of her off my lips.I held her close to me, twisting her arm so both of ours were behind her back.

“Wait,” she said and tugged her hand from mine.“Give me a minute?”

She pointed at the friend she’d been dancing with, the brunette was now surrounded by more than one guy with their hands on her hips, swaying and grinding against her.

“Go tell her,” I said, understanding dawning.

I kept my gaze on her, glared at the men as she approached and eyed her like fresh meat, and hell…she so was.

Fresh.Something new.Something so vastly different than the women I usually went for who were more assertive, confident, less mystery.

I refused to waste time thinkingwhythis girl grabbed my attention.It was chemical.Simple.

She returned, head bent slightly down, eyes peeking up at me through her lashes as she pushed hair behind her ear and came straight to me, taking my hand and resettling them behind her as I’d done before.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”She grinned at me, sweetly.Good God.I coulddestroythis woman.

I guided her off the dance floor and pulled a key ring from my pocket as we headed toward the gray metal door with EXIT in red above.

“This private enough?”I asked, focusing on the key in my hand, her body next to me, so thin, so small, so fucking beautiful I still couldn’t decide where I’d start first once I had her in the back.

Those wide green eyes came to me as she sucked in another breath.“Where are you taking me?”

Three

Brenna

Connor had a key.Something unsettling rolled through me as he pulled the ring out of his pocket.Did he work here?Was this planned?

Had he chosen me for a reason other than making out with an unknown girl in a bar?

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