Page 53 of By His Vow
I stand there for two more seconds, camouflaged by the crowd around me like a lion about to pounce on his prey.
The guy dips his head and shouts something in her ear. She nods once before he presses a kiss to her bare shoulder, making my entire body tense with my need to rid his lips from his body as well as his balls before he steps back and disappears through the crowd.
She dances alone, but it only takes a few seconds for every man around her to notice that she’s no longer got a partner.
Two step forward simultaneously, but I’m faster.
One hard look at them and they slink away, already knowing that they’d lose this battle if they started something.
Tatum Warner is mine, and no motherfucker in this club, or this city, is going to take her from me. No matter how much she might want them to.
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The second Cory disappears, I mourn the loss of his body heat against mine.
It’s stupid. I’m hot and sweaty; the last thing I need is another person pressed up against me. But while he’s—anyone’s—touching me, reality is pushed to the edge of my peripheral. Nice and blurry, thanks to the tequila.
It’s what I need.
I continue dancing, watching Lori with Matt who turned up only minutes ago. This is the first time I’ve met him, yet I feel like I know him after everything she’s told me. Thankfully, he looks just like his profile picture, and we can only hope that his personality follows suit. My girl’s heart can’t take another knocking.
I’m lost in thoughts of them when a pair of hands grasp my hips and I’m pulled back into a hard, hot body.
I tense for a beat, but when the confident grip on my body doesn’t falter, I relax.
“That was fast,” I say as my head falls back against his shoulder, my eyes closed as I absorb the feeling.
A deep groan rumbles beside my ear and damn if the noise doesn’t trigger something inside me.
A deep, desperate ache makes itself known.
I shouldn’t do it. I know I shouldn’t. Lori’s warning from earlier rings loudly in my ears, as does the knowledge that he’s here.
He was upstairs watching me. I know he was.
Maybe he still is…
Fuck it. I need this.
My hips roll, grinding my ass against his crotch.
He groans again, making heat flood my core.
I can always rely on Cory. Not only is he an incredible person, but he is always willing to do whatever it takes to make me happy, and of course, I do the same in return.
As my movements get more obvious, his hands slip from my hips and slide up the indent of my waist.
Everyone dancing around us fades into the distance as I completely hand myself over to him.
I gasp loudly when his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts. I’m wearing a padded bra beneath my dress—my breasts are too big to go untamed—but his touch is so potent, it’s like no fabric exists.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, the quiet words getting swallowed by the loud, pounding music surrounding us.
Hot breath rushes over my ear, sending a wave of desire so strong down my body that it’s a miracle I don’t drop to my knees right here and now and get things moving along.
He wants it. I can feel the thickness of his cock pressing against my ass.