Neve (Silver Skates #3) - Helen Scott Page 0,15

testing me. He thinks I’m going to fall on my face with this business he wants me to turn around. When I do, then he gets to tell me what to do with the rest of my life, since I apparently won’t be able to take care of myself. He can shove me into a small office somewhere in his company and stick me with paperwork until my eyes bleed.” The venom in my voice surprised both of us.

“You and your dad aren’t on the best of terms, huh?”

“Not so much.” I drained my glass and set it on the black wood bar that was so highly polished, I could see the lights reflecting on the surface. “Want to dance?”

“Whatever the lady wants,” he said with a grin.

I took him by the hand and led him to the floor where we wouldn’t be able to talk anymore. Not that I regretted what I said, but it sure as shit wasn’t giving the best impression of me.

The bass rumbled up my legs, and the electronic beats drowned out the rest of the world until it was just me and the music and the electrical, buzzing connection I felt to Rory. I’d felt the same way earlier with Seren, which was confusing, but since I wasn’t thinking about him or our kiss for the rest of the night, I turned and faced Rory.

I stepped closer to him, my hips already swaying to the beat of the music, and his hands skated over my hips as though he wanted to grab me but wasn’t sure if he was allowed. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, keeping my gaze locked on his as my whole body began to heat under his stare. Feeling bold, I took his hands in my own and slid them around my waist so he was caging me with his arms.

If I thought it was possible, I’d say I could practically see his eyes dilate. Hunger blazed down at me from his gaze. It was overwhelming, so I spun around again, planting my ass against him. His hands slid around my waist, and he pressed against me, the two of us barely keeping up with the beat as we lost ourselves in each other’s touch.

The idea of having his hands roaming my naked form was enough to make a pulse of heat run through me. Especially when I realized that there was a hard ridge pressing against my ass that could only be his cock. He was just as into this as I was. I tried to resist the temptation to turn back around for as long as I could, but the more his hands tightened on my hips, the more I struggled until I finally gave in.

When I did turn back around, spinning in his grasp, lust was written as plain as day on his face, just as I was sure it was on my own. There was nothing holding me back, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed up on my toes, my lips crashing against his in a kiss only a force of nature could have stopped.

His mouth moved deftly against my own, his tongue demanding entrance that I was only too happy to give. When he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked, I wanted to climb him like a damn tree. I mimicked the move and felt him roll his hips against me, and it made me hungry for more. The man could keep a steady beat, something which could be valuable in the bedroom.

Rory’s hands slipped down the curve of my back and over my ass, pulling me tightly against him. Everything in my body felt like it was attuned to him. Every glide of his hips, every thump of his heart, every caught breath, I could hear and feel it all, which was saying something, given how loud the music was blaring over the dance floor.

If I was honest, I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this turned on by a guy, not in real life anyway. Book boyfriends didn’t count, especially not from so little. We were just dancing, something I’d done plenty of times with plenty of guys, but it felt like my entire body was attuned to his and I wanted more of it. Which was why I pulled away and took a breath.

“Want to get out of here?” I asked, yelling into his ear and feeling him shiver against the touch of my