Page 42 of Catch Me If You Can

“Oh, holy shit,” I wheeze, leaning into his chest as he starts laughing too, gripping my waist for balance.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” he laughs harder.

“These are the moments you’re never going to forget,” I say, shaking my head and taking another swig. He follows suit, slamming back his drink.

My hand, resting on the small of his back, seems to have a mind of its own as it slowly trails up his spine, eventually cupping the nape of his neck and massaging it gently.

To my pleasant surprise, his hand moves up from my waist to my shirt, gently tugging and rocking me toward him.

“I like this on you,” he murmurs. I barely hear him over the music, butoh—I heard it.

I lick my lips. His eyes drop to the motion, and I bite my lower lip.

Without thinking, I say the only thing that makes sense in this moment. “Dance with me.”

He hesitates, his eyes darting between my eyes and back to my lips. Finally he nods, finishes his drink, and leads the way to the dance floor.

I watch him for a second, then down the rest of my drink before I follow.

The floor is packed. Bodies press together in every direction. It’s hot—in more ways than one. I close my eyes and move with the beat, my heart syncing with the rhythm.

It’s not long before the bodies around us have given us no choice but to get closer. Soon, we’re chest to chest, waist to waist. All my normal confidence fades away as nerves and curiosity take over. My eyes don’t lift up to his. I can’t. I’m scared that if I do, he’ll see the anxiousness written all over my face.

Is he wanting this as badly as I do right now?

As though he hears my thoughts, his hands creep to my waist, shocking me. Apparently that’s all the reassurance I need because my arms immediately wrap around his neck, bringing us even closer. Our foreheads rest against each other as I finally bring myself to sneak a glance at his eyes.

He’s staring at my lips while my hands roam down his arms, squeezing his defined muscles. His hands squeeze my hips gently—whether he realizes it or not.

Before I can get too comfortable, I see his eyebrows pinch together. Overthinking taking over his lovely features. Suddenly a wave of nervous energy jumps off his shoulders and right onto me.

He hesitates, taking a step back from me. "Stop messing around. This isn't funny—"

I'm not letting him get away that easily.

I catch his hand in mine, pulling him back into me. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I press him into me. Locking him in so he can't go anywhere.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I ask, repositioning myself back to the way we were before he got all into his head. I take his hand and place it back on my waist, reassuring him to keep going.

Slowly, his thumbs slip under the hem of my shirt. My breath catches as his warm hands graze my stomach, hesitant but insistent at the same time. I bite my lip as I say a silent prayer he doesn’t stop again.

I tilt my head back, eyes closed, as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

His hands are fully under my shirt now, squeezing just under my ribcage. My eyes open and I meet his gaze.

He feels it too.It's written all over his face.

Holy shit. As we sway side to side to the beat, our hips grind together. Excitement rushes through me as I feel how hard he is against me. Does he feel what he’s doing to me too? It’s too much—and not enough.

“Caleb…” he breathes into my ear.

Him saying my name with my dick rubbing against his thigh makes my eyes nearly roll back.

“Yes?” I ask.

“I’m so… hot.”

I glance at him, taking in the heat in his expression. Whether he means temperature wise or how he’s feeling in this moment, all I know is—

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