Worth the Risk_ A Contemporary - Megan Hart Page 0,180

had been lackluster, and finally nonexistent, but she’d been so depressed after yet another failed relationship that she hadn’t even touched herself since they’d broken up.

Her body needed release, and craved it. If she kept dancing with Jack, Josie had no doubt she would achieve it. Guilt forced her to move away from him as much as she could with the crowd as dense as it was. She would be using him, and he wouldn’t even know it. He was too good of a friend for her to do that.

Just as she decided to step away from him altogether and go to the bathroom for a cold splash of water, another new song came on. Not only did it have a driving rhythm, the lyrics were suggestive and sexy. The song had become an anthem of sorts for the singles looking for lust in Harrisburg’s hot spots.

“Down on your knees, baby please.” The men in the crowd shouted the words to the women they pursued. The women answered along with the female vocalist. “Let your tongue give me, give me what I need.”

The song’s popularity sent people who hadn’t been dancing onto the floor. The crowd swelled and surged. Josie was tossed with it, her ass pressed even further against Jack’s crotch. He curved his fingers on her waist to protect her from the crush. He pulled her with him, back toward the wall where there was a little more space. Two steps, three, and Jack hit the black-painted boards, Josie’s back still snug against his chest.

Instantly, people filled the space they’d left behind. The song pounded on, words of lust and love, degradation and devotion, a paean to sex and sin.

“Down on your knees!”

Josie’s hands clenched on top of Jack’s.

“Give me what I need!”

The crowd roared.

“Slide it in me, baby, please!”

Josie reached up and behind her to touch Jack’s neck and the back of his smoothly shaved head as she arched her back again. He took his hands from her waist, slid them up her sides and cupped her breasts.

“I wanna fuck you, baby! Wanna make you come!”

Each hand covered her completely. His palms caressed her nipples. Josie tried to breathe and couldn’t, then had to close her eyes when the flashing lights made her head spin.

She caressed the line of his jaw and drew his mouth back to her temple. He kissed her, his lips hot on her skin. The floor vibrated with the stomps of a hundred pairs of feet moving at the same time. Josie stood on her toes to push herself back further, to let Jack’s mouth find the corner of her own.

The song was reaching its climax, and oh mercy, so was she. Josie fought it, hated herself for it, but it felt so good, too damn good. She couldn’t fight it, couldn’t resist. She was on the edge, nearly there…

Oh, please…

As the song reached its final throbbing notes, Jack put one hand between her legs. His hand cupped her groin; the heel of his palm pressed just where she needed it most. Separated from his touch by a layer of denim and silk, nonetheless Josie was so close she needed only the slightest pressure to explode.

She splintered into a myriad of shining pieces. The world closed down until all she saw was the blue, the red, the flashing purple and green. All she felt was Jack against her. She smelled him, and dear God, tasted him as his mouth found hers again and he slipped his tongue inside her open lips. She was flying.

With the aftershocks still rippling through her, Josie slammed back into herself. The music had changed to something less popular, and many people had forsaken the dance floor for the solace of the bar. She had space to move again.

She didn’t imagine the hungry looks on them. It had been quite a performance. She stepped out of Jack’s arms so quickly his hand tugged for a moment between her legs and sent another slow ripple of pleasure through her.

Heat seared her cheeks. Did he know? How could he not? Josie pressed her fingers to her mouth lightly as she started to push her way through the crowd. She’d kissed Jack lots of time before, but never like that. Never really kissed him as a lover would, not even when they were playing The Game.

Guilt assailed her again, even as her body still rocked from the orgasm. She didn’t speak as she moved through the crowd, but she sensed him following