Page 30 of Let Me Love You
“You’re very pretty,” he notes, dragging his nose along my throat. “So pretty, it’s taking everything inside of me to not beat the shit out of those guys over there.”
My brows pinch. “What guys?”
He lifts his chin toward the edge of the dance floor, where a group of guys is hanging out, drinking beers, and chatting.
I laugh and shake my head. “They aren’t even paying attention to me.”
“Debatable,” he grunts, forcing me back around until I face him again. Mint teases my senses along with the familiar scent of his aftershave as he holds my gaze. “You’re not the only one who gets jealous, Sunshine.”
“I like it when you’re jealous,” I reply. “I like knowing you want me.”
And I do. I like the push and pull. The overwhelming need I feel whenever he’s around me. Scratch that. I feel it when he isn’t around too. Maybe even more so. The pull. The need.
“So bad, Sunshine. I want you so bad.” He closes his eyes, his hands pressing into my lower back. “All the time. In the shower. When I’m at practice. When you’re with your friends. I want you all the time.”
“Like right now?” I ask. The song changes to a slower, sexier beat, and I drag my hand down his chest, slipping it between us. His eyes darken as I rub him softly through his jeans. He’s hard. So freaking hard. Probably because I’ve been rubbing up against him like a cat in heat all night, but damn, it feels good. Touching the physical evidence of what I do to him. And now, I want more. Feeling bold, I cup him harder, pressing into him as I shimmy lower, letting my breasts push against the front of his jeans before standing up again.
“Fuck, Ash,” he groans.
“I’m sorry. Is there a problem?” I quip.
“Not unless you have a problem with public indecency.”
“Right now?” I rise onto my tiptoes and flick my tongue against his bottom lip. “It doesn’t sound so terrible.”
“And when you’re sober tomorrow morning?” he challenges, his brow cocked.
The bastard knows me too well.
“Fiiiine.” My hand slips back around his neck while my clit pulses in my skirt, begging for relief.
Stupid sober Ashlyn and all her stupid sober hangxiety.
Colt’s touch is gentle as he pushes my hair behind my ear. His calloused palms caress the side of my face and leave tingles everywhere.
“Want me to get the truck?” he asks.
I lean into his touch for another second. After a few beats, I grumble, “Fiiiine. Let me say goodbye to the girls first.”
“All right. I’ll pull around front.”
“Mmkay.” I rise onto my tiptoes, balancing against his chest, and kiss him again because, dammit, the man’s addictive, and I can’t help myself. My tongue dances with his, then I suck him into my mouth, practically begging him to invade me in every way possible.
His groan rumbles up his throat as he pulls away, pressing his forehead to mine. “Making it awfully difficult to walk away, Sunshine. The bathroom’s looking pretty good right about now.”
I pat his chest and let my heels touch the ground again. “Go get the car. I’ll meet you outside.”
His fingers flex against my ass one more time, then he lets me go. “Fine.”
Blake and Theo are at the front of the bar, and Mia’s talking to a guy in a suit with dark hair and broad shoulders. The lights are flashing now, so I can’t see his face.
“Blake!” I call out.
“Hey, my down-and-dirty friend,” she quips. “You know he’s my brother, right? And it’s super gross?” She waves her hand toward the dance floor flippantly. “Maybe next time, get a room. Mmkay, pumpkin?”
My eyes nearly bug out of my head. “You saw us?”
“Uh, the whole bar saw it.” She grins shamelessly. “You, my friend, are not very subtle when you’ve had a few.”