I grab his hand tugging him to the dance floor. “I wanna dance with you.”
He chuckles as Jet high-fives him.
Holden and I start dancing to the beat of the song. Our hips swaying in perfect rhythm. I’m sweaty but I can’t stop moving my body. He’s keeping up. Every once in a while I feel his hands slide down and grip my ass bringing me closer to him. He’s hard and I’m not going to lie, it’s turning me on. I turn in his arm, he grips my hips and brings me back to him. I reach behind me and run my hands through his hair as we continue to grind into each other. It feels like I’m having sex with him but we’re still fully clothed.
My shirt is soaked by the end of the fourth song. Holden’s hair is wet too but he never once tries to stop us from dancing. The fifth song is a bit slower or at least it sounds slower. Holden turns me so I’m facing him again. He keeps a hand on my lower back. His fingers dipping into the waistband of my jeans. We’re staring into each other’s eyes but I have to keep closing my eyes as they have grown really heavy quite suddenly. I lean forward needing to rest my head due to the loud ringing through my ears. Holden’s other hand slips up under my shirt on the side and it feels fucking great. His hands are cold against my burning skin. He nuzzles his face into my neck and starts kissing it.
Every sensation in my body comes to life feeling him kiss me like that. I know it’s the drugs talking, but damn, it’s nice.
“Whoa,” Heather cuts into my daze. I feel someone pulling me and it feels like I’m freefalling before I land against something really hard with a thud. “We need to get you home, Mace.”
I try to talk and tell her that I’m fine, to leave me alone but my tongue feels to heavy.
“Dammit, Macy,” I hear someone say as everything fades away with a snap.
***
My mouth is dry and my skin is sweaty and sticky. I go to push the covers off of me but I can’t seem to move my arms. Damn, what the hell happened last night? I peel one eye open and the room has a soft glow to it. The rays of the sun rising, spilling into the room painting the walls an orange color. Knowing it’s safe, at least for right now, I peel open my other eye. My head starts hammering and my stomach rolls. Fuck, I’m going to get sick.
Light snores have me whipping my head to the side. My eyes snap shut and I cringe from the movement. When everything settles I open them again. Landon is lying beside me with his hands tucked under his face. His brown hair is a mess sticking up all over the place. His lips are red and swollen and he has a faint bruise forming under his right eye. He has stubble growing that’s barely visible unless you’re up close and personal. My eyes continue down to his chest, it’s bare, as usual. I close my eyes realizing suddenly that I’m shirtless too. I reach down because my body feels numb. I have no shorts on either. Shit! And I also have no panties on. Double shit!
“Fuck,” I mumble to myself. We definitely had to have screwed around last night. I go to move my right leg but wince from the soreness between my legs. My body feels like it’s been thoroughly worked over.
Landon moans rolling onto his back. He brings his strong muscular arms up above his head stretching them out, his muscles flexing as he does this. His eyes fly open and he freezes before looking around the room. He turns his head in my direction and shock registers across his face. Guess he doesn’t remember much from last night either.
“Morning,” Landon says. I scowl from the loudness of his voice. “Rough night?” he whispers being mindful of my throbbing head.
I nod and quickly grimace as my brain rattles in my skull. My head feels like it was knocked around much like my aching body. “I could say the same for you,” I say letting my eyes wander down to his chest.
“Damn,” Landon’s husky morning voice sends shivers all over my body. “I fucking missed it, didn’t I?”