Page 77 of Keep Me Never
“Or you could leave this on and we could go now?”
She watches me closely. “You actually want me to, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” My eyes move to the little swipes of glitter beside her eyes. “I really do.”
She stares a moment and then nods. “Yeah, okay, Trouble.”
Triumph heats my blood, and I meet her mouth with my own, but the kiss is short, everyone already walking out the door. Taking her hand, I lead her outside, and together, the six of us head to the football house for the party.
The second we step inside, Cameron and Payton steal her away, heading for the keg on the back porch, while us guys get stopped every couple steps we try to take in their direction.
By the time I have a cold drink in my hands, the girls are nowhere to be seen.
“Dance floor. Guaranteed.” Brady grins, leading us back into the house, but he’s like a bulldozer this time. He just keeps going, dragging Mason by the hem of his shirt, who grips me by mine, pulling me along with him.
Some of our teammates laugh as they see us sliding through like a group of girls, but what do we care? We’ve got somewhere to be, and we find it not thirty seconds later in a bubble of blonds, each a different shade than the last. Payton and Cam slide right up to the guys, but I wait for Paige to spin and see me first, trying to gauge her reaction.
This is new to me, so I want to be sure I’m not coming on too strong, that she’s comfortable.
Thank fuck, she grabs my hand and yanks me in to her, dancing all the while.
Her smile is bright, cheeks red from the heat. Her hands are free, so I down my drink and toss it to the side somewhere, taking her hips with a firm grip.
She’s so fucking short, it makes moving while facing each other almost impossible, so I spin her around, tugging her ass into me.
“I wasn’t sure you danced,” she teases, wrapping her arm up and around my neck and smiling back at me from where she’s tucked to my chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you.”
“I bet you haven’t.” I kiss her wrist, my palm sliding from her hip to her stomach. “There hasn’t been anyone I’ve wanted to dance with in a long time.” I grip her chin, tipping her head back even more, sliding my nose along hers, then over to her ear. “And even when there was, it was never more than a moment.”
This position has her mouth near my own ear, so I hear her gasp over the madness around us, but more than that, I feel the way her ass presses back into me. If she leans in more, she will feel something else against her lower back.
She’ll feel what having her in my arms does to me.
If she only knew what I wanted to do to her.
She turns her head suddenly, the arm she had stretched over my neck curving until her fingernails are sliding into my hair. Scraping.
She pulls and my chest rumbles, our mouths crashing together. The kiss is heated, needy, and the sounds she’s making have my dick pulsing in my jeans.
I want to take her somewhere, away from all these eyes.
Somewhere where I can tease her.Pleaseher.
To see if her whole body blushes or if it’s just from the neck up.
Paige spins in my arms, pressing her front to me, her fingers digging into my bicep as her tongue dances along mine.
I pull back, panting. “You’re killing me, Angel.” I kiss her temple, releasing her as she shuffles a bit.
She grins, satisfied with whatever she sees and starts dancing to the song that is playing, smiling and laughing and spinning into Cameron when her hands fall on my girl’s hips.
Payton pries herself from Mason a second later, and then we’re just standing there, creating a wall around our worlds.
And we just watch, unable to look away.
Or at least, I know I can’t. Don’t want to either.
In fact, I think I could stare at this girl for hours and never tire of it, of her.
