him instead of joining all the people that were inevitably in there. Before leaving the house I grabbed a jacket but decided to leave it in the car until needed. It was unseasonably warm tonight and I was going to take complete advantage of it.
At his door I gave a few polite knocks before letting myself in. Just about every light was on in the place but the sounds of dresser drawers opening alerted me where he was. When I stepped into his doorway I watched him for a minute before saying anything.
The man looked incredible—as always—and was only half-dressed. A pair of light wash blue jeans hung low on his hips and snug on his ass, a black belt held them in place. He hadn’t put a shirt on yet and with his back to me I got a mighty fine view. His muscles stretched deliciously, as he searched for something. My heart rate quickened and I seriously considered taking off my dress right there. Instead, I took a few silent steps forward and pressed my hands against his back, moving the pad of my palm up to his shoulders. A deep groan came from his throat and his head dropped down; his hands held onto the dresser for balance.
It was my intention to only rub him once to get his attention, but with a reaction like that—I couldn’t stop. My hands moved back over his muscles as I pressed into him to work out his tense spots. Every little moan, and groan he made at the feel of my hands made the muscles in my belly clench. I let my hands drift around to his front and interlock over his chest. He finally released his dresser and grabbed hold of my hands with a contented sigh. I loosened my grip enough so he could turn in my arms. His lips pressed down to mine in a sweet, warm kiss of thanks.
“So, you’re wearing that tonight? Because let me tell ya—you’ll be the most popular guy there.” I asked, motioning to his very bare, very sexy chest. He threw his head back and laughed.
“Nope, you distracted me from grabbing out my shirt.”
“Well, hop to it—Karly and Jake will be here soon.” I let him go and turned to leave the room so he could finish— also so I wouldn’t get distracted. My legs only made it about three steps when I heard Corey.
“Christ, Danielle.” His breath hitched, I turned my head over my shoulder to see him. Those intense and piercing blue eyes locked on my very bare back, and long legs. When his eyes finished their journey over my body, he looked up at me with burning desire in them—that made it near impossible to keep up an innocent façade.
“Yes?” In a second he crossed the room and yanked me back into his arms, our mouths locked together with no chance of breaking. Our bodies were pressed together, while his hands moved slowly up and down my skin. The touch left a burning sensation that shot directly between my thighs.
“You shouldn’t have worn that.” A husky whisper brushed against my lips, before he took my bottom lip between his teeth.
“And why not?” I asked, in an irritatingly breathy voice.
“Because, there’s no way I’m waiting for when we get back to take you.” His voice was a growl at my ear that left my body shivering with need. Any complaints I may have had about meeting up in the bar with his sister quickly left. Because let’s be honest—I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.
His tempting and talented mouth moved from my earlobe down my neck. The soft whimper that left my lips was agreement enough for him and with that I was tossed back onto the bed. It didn’t take long before my dress was bunched around my waist, his pants were on the ground and we were crying out each other’s names.
Twenty-five minutes later I ran my fingers through my hair and reapplied the lipstick I slid into my clutch. Corey settled on a layered look; a black long-sleeved shirt with a white graphic T-shirt on top. The man looked good enough to eat and then he slipped on his black “Underground” hat; pulling it backwards and all I could think was— yup, I’m ready for round two. My eyes slid down the length of his toned-to-perfection body and when I met his eyes again, he was smirking at me.
“What?” I tried to conceal