Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,102

wriggles as if she's going to speak, but nothing comes out. Taking her hand, she starts to resist. But I do what I do best; I give her another smile, nod my head, and run my thumb in small circles over her wrist.

Her skin is warm and velvety smooth. I can't stop touching her, I don't want to stop touching her. My fingers are gently moving up and down her arm, stopping at her elbow and gliding back down to her hand.

Parting her lips, she leans over like she's about to blurt something into my ear, but I cut her off, not giving her the chance.

“Come on, come dance with me.” Pulling her along, the woman digs her heels in slightly and shakes her head, trying to pull back. “One dance, that's all I'm asking for.”

My hands are tangled in hers and we're countering each other's weight as we lean in different directions. It's a push and pull between us, and I'm about to win.

Pouting, I rest my hand on my chest and give her puppy dog eyes. “Don't make me beg.”

The girl grins, dropping her eyes to the floor and stepping forward. See? I get what I want.

Setting my hands on her hips, I start to rock my waist, rubbing against her. She's cautious at first, trying to keep some space between us. Every step I take closer, she takes one back.

Most men might see that as a sign she isn't interested, but not me. I see it as a challenge, one I'm going to conquer.

Her eyes won't stay on mine for longer than a second, darting from my face to the ceiling, down to the floor, and back again. She's nervous, her skin is warm, and her muscles are stiff.

“Just relax,” I try to say, but her brows crinkle and she points at her ear. “Relax!” I yell, but the music is so loud she still can't hear me.

Shaking her head no, she points at her ear again. Smiling, I tug my bottom lip in and wrap my arm around her waist, yanking her in closer. Fuck words, I'll just show her.

Her body hits my chest, and I see a flicker of desire in her eyes as her nails dig in to keep her balance.

It's small, a tiny little flame that wants to grow, but she's holding back the air it needs to thrive. It's like she's afraid to let go, afraid to have too much fun, afraid to just live in the moment.

Slipping my other arm over her shoulder, I trace her spine, following it down to her ass. We both start to sway, letting the music control our speed. Her hips begin to roll, her eyes start to close, her arms softly move up her ribs.

She's relaxing, allowing herself to feel the beat, to let it flow through her body and take control. Maybe she isn't used to this—to a man like me. A man who isn't afraid to take charge. A man who knows exactly what he wants.

I don't need to take it with force, not when I know how to strum her body like an instrument, play the right chords and make her sing.

Spinning around, she sticks her ass out, grinding it against my cock. Kicking my hips forward, our bodies rock together, swaying in tandem. My cock is already hard and throbbing. Her body is enticing, making my muscles tense and my balls tingle.

Lowering my face to her neck, she smells incredible, and I can't stop myself from placing light kisses up the side of her throat.

Moving my hands over her belly, I slowly glide flat palms up her stomach and trace the outside of her tits. I can feel her breathing get deeper as her chest snaps out and her tits pop up a little more over the edge of her dress.

Her head rolls to the side and her arm comes up, curling around my neck. Tiny beads of sweat are sitting at the edge of her hairline, so I run my tongue across her skin, tasting her along the way. She's sweet and salty with floral highlights. I'm losing control, my brain is shutting down and my dick's taking over.

Driving her fingers into my hair, she tugs at my roots, and turns her face in towards mine. Our eyes meet, and we stay like that for what seems like eternity, riding the bridge of the song. Brushing the tip of my nose across hers, the song hits a high note and