Page 92 of Fight or Flight
I slide my gaze to his, forgetting all about acting normal, and move on autopilot as I try to keep my focus on what I’m doing and not on Jace and his dirty talk.
Thank fuck Courtney is too high to notice my distraction, or how I couldn’t keep my eyes off Jace when we were dancing together.
“I was thinking about how hot it would be to dance with you,” he says in that sexy rasp that’s going to be the death of me tonight. “How I’d get you all worked up in front of everyone until you’re out of your mind with need. Then, I’d bring you to the bathroom and shove you against the wall.”
My cock throbs and pulses against Courtney’s back, and I bite my lip so I don’t start moaning like the slut I apparently am.
“Want to know what I’d do next?”
I flick my gaze to his, and his heated grin sends another pulse of need through me.
“I’d pull your pants down and kneel in front of you. You’d be so hard and wet for me, and I’d swallow all of you down so I can taste you again.”
Another pulse of desire tightens my chest, and I close my eyes as I let Jace’s words wash over me.
“When you’re desperate and ready to come for me, I’d stop. And you know why?”
I shake my head, not in an obvious way, but enough to let him know I want to hear more.
“Because I don’t want you to come that way. Not until my cock is buried deep inside your perfect ass.” He lets out a low rumble that I feel through my entire body. “Do you want that? To feel my cock inside you?” He chuckles softly, the sound rich and smooth and teasing. “Yeah, you want that. You know who that ass belongs to.”
Something about his words, and the way he says them, sends another of those rushes through me.
I’ve never been into dirty talk or possessive crap like that, and it’s usually one of the best ways to turn me off, but not with Jace. I don’t just like it from him; I fucking love it, and there’s no point trying to pretend otherwise.
“Open your eyes, Shane. Look at me.”
I do as he says, and more of that pulsing need shoots through me as our eyes meet. We might be in the middle of a crowded party, but it’s like we’re the only two people in the world.
“Stop dancing with her.”
I pause my movements and let go of Courtney. She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Thanks for the dances,” I tell her. “I need another breather.”
She gives me a curious look, then shrugs. “Okay, boomer.”
I chuckle. “Not sure you used that right,” I tell her as I step back and put some space between us.
“How about okay, buzzkill?” she asks with a grin.
“Better.”
She laughs and wanders off.
“Can you switch out the cards? He’s about as distracted as he’s going to get,” Jace says, his tone all business like he wasn’t just dirty talking in my ear.
I glance over at where Ben is still wrapped up with the same girl, only now he’s got one hand up her skirt while she has her hand jammed down the back of his pants.
“Yeah,” I tell him softly and carefully pull his card out of my pocket and hide it in my hand as I weave through the dancing couples between us, doing my best to look casual and like I’m just cutting through the crowd.
The dim lights give good cover, and the crush of bodies helps, but it’s how fucked up that everyone is that gives me the courage to do such a brazen switch out in the open.
I’m hyperaware of everyone and everything around me as I approach them, and I quickly switch out the cards in a move that took years of practice to perfect and is basically muscle memory at this point.
They don’t pause what they’re doing, and I slip the blank card into my pocket as I breathe out a huge sigh of relief.
“Good job,” Jace says, and the genuine pride in his tone is as confusing as it is unexpected.
