Page 153 of Break the Ice
She’s six inches shorter than me, and while he’s also a couple shorter than Elijah, he still has to lean down low to whisper close to her ear. “Champagne, bonitinha?”
He might as well whisk her away now because she’s a goner.
“What does that mean?” She giggles.
He leans closer, his lips right at her ear, “Ask me tomorrow morning.”
Oh boy, I blush on her behalf.
Meanwhile, my laughter at Jayden’s groan balls in my throat when I find him watching me along with Elijah. The sudden jolt of my pulse has me standing taller, my throbbing feet a distant memory when Jayden leans across the table and asks, “You wanna dance, Lucky?”
The place is full, and the regular lights are off, leaving just the team-colored strobes cutting through the expanse of the room in deep purples and blues. The only other light is cast from the golden glow framing the city views and the doors to the outdoor seating area.
“Come on, one dance and then we get out of here.”
Stupidly, I nod even though I’ve never really danced with a man before. Elijah and I didn’t do much dancing at our makeshift prom.
I’m blushing at the heated memory of mine and Elijah’s first timewhen I take Jayden’s hand and he pulls me into him while he asks Elijah, “Are you coming, too?”
With a quick glance around us, he pushes away from the table and follows us close to the dance floor. Jayden picks a less crowded corner that’s semi shielded between pillars blocking most of the bar and shrouding Elijah in thick shadow away from the light.
I was worried that with all the noise and flashing lights, his head would give him trouble, but he seems fine in that regard. Even if uncomfortable with the scene surrounding us.
“Aren’t you going to dance with us?” Jayden calls over the slowed down beat.
Elijah shakes his head, his dark stare luminous with the deep blues and golds of the lights. “I’d rather watch the two of you.”
Glancing up at Jayden, I take in his stare, laser-focused on me. The intensity glimmering in them takes my breath away as he coils his arm around my waist. When he pulls my body into his, the heat of it makes it difficult to think past the instant yearning for more. Every cell of my being is greedy for his when his hand skims down the side of my body, molding to my waist.
I wish I could dance. That I knew what to do when his jaw grazes the side of my face and he asks, “Do you trust me, Finley?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
I’m a burning ball of sensation as he dips lower yet, pressing his knee between my legs while his firm grip on my waist bears me down on his thigh.
This feels intimate.
The kind of intimate that feels wrong for others to see. Yet, a thrill sparks in my belly at the thought that we are in plain sight. And Elijah is watching us. That Jayden is holding me like I am his to touch and savor. His to use.
And Elijah is watching.
Then Jayden moves, rocking my body with his, and the spark erupts into an all-out flame. Consuming me all at once. Every move causes his thigh to press deeper into the apex of my thighs. When his hips undulate, the friction of his body slotting and rubbing with mine has me melting farther into him.
God, every slab of muscle that pushes into my curves feels harder than before. Every lick of heat torching my insides makes it impossible to focus on anything but his hands on me.
With my eyes closed, I savor our proximity. The choppy inhales andstuttering exhales that seep through my skin. Every commanding dip and rock of his body punctuates the intoxicating rhythm of the music that pounds through my veins.
It’s a drug; on my first try, I’m addicted.
“Breathe, baby,” he rumbles in my ear, the arm around my waist coiling tighter, bowing my body into his. His lips trace over my jaw to my mouth where they hover as he demands, “Eyes on me. Only on me, understand?”
Doing as he instructed, I meet his stare and hold it. I’m glued to it as we circle—the lights strobing through his eyes, making them appear darker than ever—until he spins me in his arms and presses my back to his front.
I feel all of him then. Every line. Every ridge. Slabs of heated flesh.
When he grinds into me, I feel his need. Every hard inch pressed into my ass as one of his hands flattens below the curve of my breast and the other trails higher, stroking up the swell to my neck. His long, calloused fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing lightly while he inches upward, tipping my head back onto his chest so that my gaze lands on Elijah.
The whole world tilts when his stare fixates on mine. Unmoving as he watches Jayden thrust and grind into me, and I can’t get enough of the sensation. Of the thick, hot air cloying my lungs and the unrelenting twist of my insides.
