Page 66 of Swept Away
“It was about the money? Women?”
He laughs.
“It’s usually about the money. They tried to pull a fast one on us.”
“And it didn’t work.”
“You can say that.”
I look at those men.
They have their backs turned to us, oblivious to our presence on the dance floor.
“Do they even know you two are here?”
Nodding, he spins with me so that he faces them.
My gut tells me he wants to keep an eye on them since they’re out of my sight now.
“Are they dangerous?”
He looks down his nose at me, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Are we? Mason and I?” he asks.
I laugh.
“No.”
“Well, they are,” he says casually, looking at them. “They have no business with you, though,” he adds reassuringly.
We get hot as we dance casually, pressed into each other, his fingers moving down my back before entering the back of my hair.
I press my head into his touch and tilt my face up as if begging for his lips.
His lips curl into a sultry smile in response to showing being shown trust and genuine abandon.
And his mouth comes close to me.
At first, he lowers his head and nuzzles my neck.
Then he slides his lips up my neck.
And then he leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline, each of them igniting a fire on my skin.
My nipples harden against my dress.
As if aware of that, he runs his other hand down and cups my boob on the dance floor, ignoring the fact that we are not alone.
The room is dim, and people are focused on other things, but even so, his bold gesture makes me shake inside.
Tenderly, he kneads my breast while sliding his mouth to mine. We connect in a passionate kiss as if it’s only us on the dance floor.
Pleasure moves through me.
Our foreplay becomes so intense that a small circle of bystanders forms around us, and curious eyes move over us.
“Get a room, brother,” someone barks from the audience, and we break the kiss, laughing before he takes my hand and leads me back to the booth.
