Page 58 of The Second Dance

His eyes darken. “Tell me you want it.”

His thumb drags across my lower lip. My eyes flutter shut.

“Andy. Say it.”

A surge of frustration rolls through me. He’s always fucking with me.

He has to know what I want, and he’s making me say it, anyway.

I defiantly pull my chin away from his grip. “I want…”

I grab his tie, slowly sliding my hand up it. “You…”

I pull him down so that I can whisper in his ear. “Inside me.”

He sucks in a ragged breath and spins me around before I can check his reaction.

One hand grips my waist, the other slides across my shoulder to gently wrap around my neck. He tilts my head, charting a path with his lips along my neck. The scruff of his chin is rough, but his kiss is tender.

He presses his hips into my ass and I bump back against him, feeling his bulge through his jeans.

Tracing the edges of my cardigan with his hands, he quickly slips it off. I shiver slightly. His fingers find the other ribbon and he tugs it loose. With both straps fluttering along my chest, his fingers hook around the bodice of my dress. I put my hand over his. “What if someone comes in?”

“Then we’ll get caught.” His hands release my bodice though and slide down to grip my waist. “Hardly anyone comes down this way.”

“You did.”

He chuckles quietly. “That’s true, I did. But you and I are probably the only two people here that don’t want to be here.”

I straighten, turning slowly in his arms.

He’s got a sad little smile on his face. Those eyes are dark and moody.

They keep telling me I broke his heart.

Well, he broke mine first.

Maybe we’re just not good for each other.

But… fuck it. The damage has already been done.

Holding his gaze, I tug my dress and strapless bra down.

He stares down at me like he’s not really sure what’s happening. I move my hands to his belt, roughly tugging him towards me.

The men in this town are awfully good at taking what they want.

Well, I know what I want and I’m taking it, damn it.

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Bo

I’m so surprised when she takes charge that it takes me a few seconds to catch up.

This is better. So much better.

I unbutton my shirt, watching her pull off my belt, drag the zipper down. I grunt quietly when her hand closes around my shaft, tugging it none-to-gently from my pants.