and pulled her back into him. His hands now ran freely across her abdomen, every so often venturing upward to brush her breasts.
People could see them. He had to know that. He obviously wanted them to see. Wanted her to know they could see.
Cara shivered and arched her back, fitting herself up against him. When the music slowed again, she matched the movement of her hips to it, grinding against his growing and stiffening cock. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. He bent his head and ran his lips across the sensitive flesh between her neck and shoulder. She had her eyes closed, oblivious to the hundred or more people around them.
Cara felt her heart pounding in her chest. It was dancing to the beat of the music, as well. Branden slid his hands back and forth across her abdomen, causing her to push back harder and grind herself against him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You keep that up and I won’t be able to walk out of here.”
She turned her head slightly and shot him a wicked look over her shoulder. “Should I stop?”
“Hell, no,” he growled out.
“But what about the crowd? What if someone takes our picture and posts it online?”
His fingertips gripped her hips more tightly and he pulled her hard against him. “Let them. We’re doing nothing wrong. And anyway, if that happened, then people would know you’re my woman.”
His woman.
The phrase hung there, heavy, like the beat, then dissipated and melted into the air when Branden rubbed his big hands along her hips and upper thighs, letting her skirt rise and fall with the motion, not exposing anything but leg, but coming so very close to the warm wet place he knew was there.
While his hips swayed and his long legs moved in time with the music, he flipped her around once more, this time to face him. They kissed softly and then followed each other with their eyes and their bodies. Each time Branden would pull her in toward him, she ground her pelvis against the front of his pants. Then he would push her away again, and for a few minutes she would dance for him, and he would undress her with his eyes before he reached out and pulled her back in. His chest and her breasts would bump as he brought her in and they would dance slow and close. Her nipples were so hard that she knew he had to be able to feel them through both of their layers of clothes.
He pushed her back again, and this time when she danced for him, she ran her own hands slowly down her body and back up again. She raked her eyes over his body as she danced, pausing over the large bulge in his pants and swiping along the outer edges of her lips with her tongue. He grabbed her with two hands then and brought her back in.
Dropping his mouth to hers, he kissed her long and hard, deep and passionate, while squeezing and kneading the cheeks of her ass. When they finally broke for air, it took her a moment to realize the music had stopped playing, that the dance floor was clearing out.
Slightly embarrassed, Cara grabbed Branden’s hand and tried to lead him off the dance floor. He refused to go and instead reached out and wrapped one hand through her long hair, pulling her back for another long, possessive kiss.
This time, when they stopped kissing, he let her lead him off the dance floor. He stationed her back at his table, then when the cocktail waitress didn’t immediately appear, he headed off to get her water.
Almost as soon as Branden left, Cara’s phone rang. She frowned when she saw the call was from her mother. Since it was late, Cara assumed there was some kind of emergency. And usually, emergencies were about Glenn.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Oh, Cara. I’m so glad I caught you.”
“What’s wrong, Mom?” Cara glanced over her shoulder; Branden was still at the bar.
“It’s Glenn.”
Cara’s stomach flipped. “Is he okay?”
“I got a call from the center. They said they couldn’t reach you…”
Cara pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at the screen. She did have a missed call. It had probably come through when she’d been dancing with Branden.
“Mom, take a breath and tell me what they said.”
Cara glanced at the bar again. Branden was on his way back over.
“Glenn had an episode. I don’t think he’s responding