his cheeks.
“Dance with me?” He offered his hand and grinned. The dimple
on his cheek deepened.
Give in or give him a shove? What the hell…she’d only live
once. Might as well give him a shot. She twined their fingers and swayed to the
music. His touch, like lightning and silk all in one, rocked her to her core.
Her pussy quivered and her skin tingled. The music. Had to be. Guys didn’t fall
for girls like her. They pretended to then jumped ship.
The song segued into a ballad, rich with a throaty guitar solo.
The crowd coupled off around them. Tessa offered him a wobbly smile then
released his hand.
Instead of allowing her to slink away from him, he snagged
her in his arms and held her in front of him. His breath tickled on her skin.
He sang the words of the song to her in perfect harmony with the vocalist.
Her brain screamed to put distance between them, but her
heart begged to dive right in. She gripped his forearm and rested her head
against his shoulder. The bulge in his jeans slid between her ass cheeks. His
warmth radiated to her.
“I can’t go on feeling like this. Not telling you,” Graig
sang. He stroked her forearm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m on fire for
you.”
When the lead singer Joey Chase sang those words, she
believed him. The same words coming from Graig? Hell, she wanted to jump on him
right there in the crowd. Cream slickened her panties and she licked her lips.
She’d spent too much time using her vibrator. Being in Graig’s embrace affected
her to the core.
“Tessa?” Graig turned her around in his arms. Fire flickered
in his eyes and his lips parted. He threaded one hand behind her head and held
her tight then nipped her bottom lip.
She moaned and gripped the front of his shirt. All the times
she’d fantasized about his kiss, all the times she wondered what he’d taste
like…nothing compared to the real deal. His whiskers abraded her cheeks. His
tongue slid across her mouth, prompting her to open to him. When she did, he
tugged her closer. The heat from his cock matched the fever spreading across
her skin. She slid her hands down his sides to his hips then around to his ass.
The man’s ass had been made for grabbing. Enough for a handful, but not too
much.
She lost herself in his taste—cola, mint and sin. He’d be
the death of her. Hello, death.
Graig broke the connection, but held her tight in his arms.
His puffed breath feathered over her cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long
time.”
“You have?” she blurted.
“Ever since I visited VCH the first time.”
“Oh.” What a nugget of information to drop on a girl. Her
knees buckled and she swayed on her feet.
Graig tucked her into the curve of his arm and rested his
cheek on the top of her head. The music continued to play, but she heard none
of it. She continued turning his words over in her mind. If he liked her, then
he’d want to date. If they dated, he deserved to know about her fetish—well,
the whole truth about it anyway. If he hung around, then wonderful. If
not…she’d live.
When the house lights came up and filled the room with
color, Tessa disengaged from Graig. “I came with Peri and Dennis.” Go figure,
her sister and brother-in-law had disappeared, no doubt long before the concert
ended. “And they left me here.” She massaged her forehead with the tips of her
fingers. “Dammit.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it was a sign. We’ve danced around each
other for so long.” He grasped her wrist. “I’m glad. I’ve wanted to see the
sexy woman underneath those long sleeves and skirts. To see if she is the same
carefree woman who made my nights unforgettable.”
Her eyes widened and her cheeks burned. She’d only danced
for one man—one man she knew about. Him. “I hoped you saw me.” The words
tumbled out faster than she could keep them at bay. She knew damn well he’d
watched her.
“You’re hard to ignore.” He touched her cheek, tucking a
lock of her hair