My tongue sneaks out to tease her, and her lips part almost immediately, allowing me entry.
The taste of her mixes with the rum and Coke she just had a sip of, and my need for her quadruples.
She turns to me, allowing me to run my other hand up her bare thigh. I push my fingers slightly under the hem of her dress, my addiction to her too much to deny.
Everything around us disappears as her tongue twists with mine, but it hardly satisfies my need, which continues to grow by the second.
“Jesus, Harlow. You’re addictive,” I admit when my lips brush her ear. Her increased breaths rush past mine, and I shiver.
“Corey, I—” She can barely get her words out, she’s breathing so fast, but I help her out by cutting her off.
“Dance with me?”
“O-okay.”
I pass her drink back and she immediately tips it to her lips and drains the lot before reaching for my outstretched hand and allowing me to pull her up and back towards where I first found her.
We pass her friend, who’s grinding up against some guy, having the time of her life, but I pay her little mind. My entire focus is on having the woman holding my hand pressed up against me at any second.
I come to a stop in a small bit of space and tug her arm gently so she has no choice but to step into my body.
She looks up at me, her wide, chestnut eyes staring right into mine. I swear she can see deeper than most, and I’m not sure how that makes me feel. I don’t need anyone seeing into the reality that is my life.
Taking her wrists, I lift her arms so they rest over my shoulders. Her breasts press against my chest, and I fight the need to growl. My hands drop to her hips and close any last space between us as we move in time with the music. Her curves fit the hard planes of my body perfectly, and I can’t help my mind wandering to just how we might move together when we’re naked.
My cock swells in my pants. Fuck, I want this woman something fierce.
Her eyes still hold mine, the hesitation in them from when I first arrived vanished. I drop my head, my lips brushing over hers gently to see how she’ll respond. Thankfully, she accepts my kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth. Her taste along with her drink mixes and only adds fuel to my raging fire.
My hands slip around to her arse, and I press my hardening cock against her belly so she knows exactly what kind of reaction she stirs in me.
“Corey,” she moans as I kiss down her neck, and I damn near lose my shit.
“We should probably either stop or get out of here before I do something that will probably end with me in a police cell.”
Her shocked eyes find mine, but the small smile on her lips gives me hope that she’s on my wavelength. She searches my face for a few seconds. I’ve no idea what she’s looking for, but she must be happy with what she finds because she reaches towards my ears and whispers, “We should probably leave then. You’re no good to me locked up.”
Fucking hell. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Okay… oh… yeah.” She laughs at my obvious shock, and although it’s the pounding beat of the music that’s filling my ears, the sound of her chuckle hits me right in the chest. “Come on then.” I take her hand once again as we make our way from the dance floor.
She pauses when she catches the eye of her friend. Harlow points to me and then the door, much to Bailey’s delight if the smile that stretches across her face is anything to go by.
“Where to then?” she asks once we step away from the noise and commotion behind us.
“Uh…” I don’t want to take her back to my place, it’s a mess. I look up and my eyes land on a fancy looking hotel. “Right here?”
She follows my line of sight. “Sure, it’s probably better than me suggesting my place and having to spend the night listening to Bailey and whatever loser she’s pulled.”
With a smile, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me. Her sweet, floral scent fills my nose, and a wave of desire washes through me so strong I worry it might take me to my knees. Hopefully she’ll be naked by the time that happens.
Chapter Seven
Harlow
One moment we’re at the reception desk asking about a room, and the next we’re in the elevator watching the doors close. The second we’re alone in the small space, he turns on me.
His blue eyes stare down into mine, and I can see all his dirty thoughts playing out in his head. The memory of his body pressed against mine not so long ago pops into my head, and a thrill runs through me, pushing me forward and reminding me that it’s okay to let go for a night. To take the escape I need and just enjoy myself.
Doing this, getting a hotel room with a somewhat random guy, isn’t me reverting back to my past mistakes. I’m an adult now, and I’m making an informed, okay, somewhat slightly drunk decision about how to spend the rest of my night.
I know that if I walked away from him for a second night then I’d only lie in bed later and regret it. Regrets are good for no one. I’ve got enough of them lurking in my past to prove it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. His hand cups my jaw and tilts my head back to give him the access he needs to my lips.
This time there’s no caution when he kisses me. There’s no sweet, gentle brush of his lips against mine, and there’s certainly no hesitation.
His tongue parts my lips the second we connect and he dives straight in, demanding mine to join, which it does immediately.
He steps forward, effectively ensuring that I take one back so that I’m pressed up against the mirrored wall.
His hand finds the bare skin of my knee and hitches my leg up around his waist before running his hot palm down my thigh until he can palm my ass.
“Oh God,” I groan into his mouth as his erection presses against my heated core.
It’s been so long that I’d almost forgotten just how good this could be.
He grinds his hips slowly, and the sensation makes my head spin. The unfiltered lust mixes with the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, and all of it together helps to drag me from my own head and forces me to enjoy the moment.
Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time that happened.
Sadly, the elevator chimes, announcing that we’ve reached our floor and we’re forced to part.
After a beat, Corey takes a step back. His blue eyes are so dark they’re almost black, his lips are swollen from our kiss, and his wide chest heaves as he drags in some much-needed air.
“Come on. I need you out of that dress.”
Desire pools within me, knowing that he wants me so badly. That I turn him on this much.
The walk to our room is short, but it seems to take forever for Corey to get the door to unlock.
“Fucking thing,” he mutters frustratedly as he frantically pushes the card in and out of the small slot.
“As much as I like your eagerness, let me.” I place my hand on his and he pauses.
Taking the card, I slide it into the machine with a little more grace, and the light immediately flicks to green.
“How’d you—”
“Do you really want to discuss technique right now?”
“Oh,” he says, taking hold of my hips and pushing me through the door. “There’s a few of your techniques that I’m really quite interested in. Opening the door, however, is not one of them.”