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A thick, muscular thigh drove between herlegs, sending tingles from womb to toes, rubbing her sweet spot,drenching her. His undulating movements were pure sex on the dancefloor.
With his arousal grinding against herstomach, his breath fluttered in her ear. Denim’s knees trembled,nearly buckling.
Ram clasped her tighter, not letting herfall. “It’s just a dance. I’ve got you, doll.”
Damn. The arrogant Lothario. He knewshe was wet for him.
Nonetheless, her head nestled into his hot,firm chest while her lips curled into a dreamy smile. She closedher eyes. His silk shirt fondled her cheek. He smelled spicy,woodsy, all man. Not man. Satyr. Her fingers crept up his neck totangle in the river of his thick, caramel-streaked hair.
Steven didn’t have this effect on me. Soalive. So spinning out of control at the same time. Ram’s likebeing in the eye of a storm. But I must remember he’s only lookingfor a fast lay. One more notch on his active bedpost. He’s aheartbreaker. Keep an emotional distance.
Chapter Ten
Ram came to the Blood Shed to throw back afew drinks with friends after another wasted day of checking outportals. He figured he’d get busy with a delectable succubus ornymph. He absolutely planned to ignore the Alliance female if shewas there.
Yeah?
So why did his feet move in her direction?Why did he signal the DJ to play a great fuck song? Most of all,why the hell did his hand shoot out, inviting her to dance?
Reaching the table, he nodded at hisfriends, but his gaze latched onto Denim. She wore some sinfulpoured-on, hip-hugging tight jeans, a skimpy little top whichdisplayed all her goods, and sexy tall-ass heels.
So what did he do? He stretched out a hand.When she put her soft fingers into his, he pulled her toward thefloor, hoping the crowd would disappear. If they’d been alone, he’dhave unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down those shapely legs.She’d have rested her palm on his shoulder while she stepped out ofthem. He’d ask her to leave the heels on.
Hell. Yes.
Would he let her keep on her panties?Nope.They needed to go.
The snug little top hardly hiding heroverflowing breasts would be next. He hoped she wore a bra with aneasy clasp. Otherwise, it was a goner.
While he fantasized about stripping Denim,his thigh stroked the heat between her legs. The two of them swayedto the music. She didn’t just dance to it, though.No. Denimmade love to the beat. Her hips rolled. She moaned to therhythm.
Ram took advantage of every movement, everysound. He molded his body to hers, pressed against her breastsuntil he could feel her nipples pulling into tight nubs. Hisswollen cock rode her belly.
With each sway and glide to Marvin Gaye’ssultry sounds, he rubbed his leg against her pussy. Catching herarousal, he grew harder, hungrier. His satyr was always starvedwhen Denim was nearby.
The fabric in her jeans whispered as shemoved. Their feet swooshed, sliding on the floor in step with themusic. Ram’s nose nuzzled between Denim’s shoulder and neck, takingin her scent. Fresh and citrusy.Yep.Her shampoo, maybe. Hecould get used to it.
The hand, which held hers against his heart,let go to glide alongside her breast. He kept traveling upward,sliding his fingers beneath her too-sexy shirt, slipping them underher bra. Molding his warm palm to her while he savored the feel ofher flawless skin.
“Nice,” he murmured in her ear. She didn’tobject.
Instead, she groaned, a sound which sent ajolt straight to his already painfully stiff dick.
He danced her further into the darkness.Dropping his unbusy hand from the hot skin at her waist, he cradledher firm buttocks. Again, no objections from the human.
With a little help from his palm on hertight derriere, she rode his thigh hard.Oh yeah, doll.Come right now.Up and down in time with Marvin.
“R-a-a-a-m-m-m?” Her voice was soft, drawnout, pleading.
“Yes?” He danced them into a shadowedcorner, planting her against the wall. He roamed from her ass tocup her sex.
“Not out here. Oh, God. Never mind. Don’tstop,cher.”
She was breathing harder while thrustingagainst his hand. He didn’t plan to stop. Ram was having way toomuch fun enjoying the sounds she made. She moaned. Purred. Sighed.Like a good soldier, he kept the friction going while she drovefaster toward an explosion. This wasn’t about him. Now that was agoddamn puzzle. Not that he didn’t pay back females with their ownsatisfying climax, but he was usually more concerned about jettinghis own juice.
Then her body tensed. She pressed her mouthinto his shirt, smothered a cry, and trembled as he helped her pushthrough the orgasm. It was such a long one. He fed on it,shuddering from the intensity of her release.
Ram waited until she slumpedagainst him, satisfied, mewling like a kitten. “Come with me, doll.I need skin to skin.” Reluctantly he pulled his happy hand awayfrom the juncture between her legs to lead her toward the back anda little privacy.
