Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,119

pulse through the room. It got louder and louder until I could feel the rhythm in my chest.

I closed my eyes and let the music fill my body, letting it take over. I moved my hips and imagined myself floating up toward the ceiling, looking down at myself while I danced.

After a few moments, I felt my hips start to loosen just a tiny bit, felt myself start to get into the dance.

“Look at me,” Colt demanded.

I opened my eyes and my gaze locked onto his. His stare was mesmerizing, and even though I was doing everything I could not to connect with him, I couldn’t look away.

“Come here,” he whispered huskily.

I took a step toward him, and his eyes blazed as he reached out and put his hands on my hips, guiding me. “That’s it.”

The bottom of my shirt rose up just a tiny bit and his thumb grazed against my bare skin.

A searing heat pulsed through my body, almost in time to the music. I went to pull away, but Colt’s hands held me firmly in place.

“Take off your shirt,” he commanded, his voice still low and sexy.

I reached up, mesmerized, and did as I was told. I would have expected my hands to be shaking, that I would be nervous about taking my clothes of in front of this gorgeous stranger. But it was the opposite. His gaze was like an anchor, keeping me grounded, holding me in place, right there in the moment.

One button.

Two.

Three.

I felt the cool air on my bare skin as the top of my bra became exposed.

When my shirt was completely open, Colt’s hands moved from my hips up the sides of my body, stopping just below the band of my bra, right under my breasts. His touch was setting me on fire and an ache I’d never felt before rolled up inside of me.

His hands moved slowly up my back, then hooked around my shoulders. He pulled me to him, his grip strong. I leaned forward, meeting him, not even caring that my shirt was completely open, that I was exposed to him, more exposed than I’d ever been to any person in my life. And even though I’d only just met him, my instinct was to let him in, to give myself to him and do whatever he asked. My nipples tightened and my pulse quickened as his mouth moved toward mine. Colt’s eyes were still locked on mine, and I felt like I was falling into them.

His intent was clear. He was going to kiss me, and maybe more, right here, in this room, on this chair.

His lips parted slightly, and his eyes began to close.

My breath was coming in short, ragged bursts as I lowered myself onto his lap.

And then I remembered.

Declan.

The promise.

I’ll wait for you.

I pulled back from Colt like I was a rubber band released after being pulled taut. The sour taste of bile filled my mouth and I was afraid I was going to throw up.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”

I grabbed my bag and ran out of the club before I could change my mind.

Out on the street, I hungrily gulped in the fresh air. My pulse started to slow and my stomach stopped rolling.

You almost kissed him.

Disappointment and guilt filled my body, pushing out any other emotions I had including any attraction or pull I felt to Colt. I reached into my purse and pulled out the picture of Declan. It was taken three years ago, in our group home in McLean. His arm is slung around me, our cheeks pushed together.

The picture is printed out on a piece of old copy paper, and it’s faded. The ribbon wasn’t that great to begin with, and I’ve looked at it millions of times since then. Seeing his face calms me.

I was so rattled that at first I didn’t realize a couple of guys had come out of the liquor store across the street and were standing on the curb, leering at me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” one of them yelled. “Nice titties! You want to come over here and shake ‘em? I’ll give you twenty bucks.” He elbowed his friend next to him, and they both snickered.

I glanced down at my shirt, which was still open, exposing my bra and the top of my cleavage to anyone who happened to be passing by on the street. I turned around and walked quickly toward the bus stop, buttoning up my shirt as I went.

What was I thinking, trying