Lost in Distraction (Lost #1)(40)
Author: B.J. Harvey

I hear one of my favorite songs, “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent, start playing and I decide to seize the moment. This will be a perfect opportunity to tease Brax just a little bit more. As if reading my mind Brax stands and takes my hand, pulling me up beside him as he brings his mouth close to my ear.

“We should go dance,” he whispers, gently nipping my earlobe as he waits for my response. I stifle a moan as desire jolts through my body.

“Let’s go before I drag you out of here and back to our bed,” he says through gritted teeth, letting me know he’s as on edge as I am. The tension between us is getting close to breaking point and now it’s just a question of who is going to give in to it first.

We reach the dance floor, heading towards the middle of the crowd. I realize I’m in trouble when Brax pulls me flush against his body. We’re stuck to each other, shoulder to pelvis and I can tell he’s making sure I feel every inch of the effect my teasing has had on him. He grinds up against me. I swear that everyone would be able to see the sparks raging between us if they looked close enough. I moan because dancing this close, in time with the beat, feels so damn good. He’s showing me exactly how he feels, and knowing that is making me want him even more. This game of ours is going to be the death of us, I can already tell.

The song changes to a slower one that I recognize as “Let Me Love You” by Neyo. I look up at Brax, his cheeky smirk has made an appearance and the look on his face tells me that he had something to do with the song choice. He moves his hands from around my neck, drawing them down my chest to my hips, increasing his grip on me as he grinds his body into mine in time with the music. Slow dancing with Brax is close to heaven. I wrap my hands around his neck, standing on my toes to kiss him softly, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue, knowing that will frustrate him by not deepening the kiss. I feel his whole body shudder against mine.

This gentle torture is burning us alive from the inside.

He dips his head. “You look so beautiful tonight, I’m so glad I found you,” he whispers in my ear as he starts showering my neck with soft wet kisses.

I scan the people around us, but it’s like we’re invisible. No one else is watching us. We’re in our own little bubble on the dance floor and all that matters is what is happening between us right now.

I move my hands from around his neck and start dragging my fingertips down his back as he continues to kiss my neck. Our bodies are rocking together in time with the music, amping our growing desire to have each other here and now. My whole body is tingling wherever Brax touches me and it’s like he is setting all of my nerve endings on fire. I’m struggling to retain control of my longing for him and know I won’t be able to hold back for much longer.

I find myself hanging off him as we dance, my legs threatening to buckle as he glides his hands down to my ass. I raise my leg against his, inching my silver clad heel up his calf and purposefully rubbing my knee across his strained groin. A groan rumbles through his chest as he realizes this battle of ours is all but over. I put my leg back down and lean up to his ear.

“I think we should find somewhere a little less public, babe,” I whisper. That’s all the push he needs as he suddenly grabs my hand, pulling us away from the crowd and towards a booth in the far back corner. With everyone focused on the bar and dance floor, we are afforded the desperately needed privacy we crave.

When we reach the booth, I carefully slide along the leather seat which makes my skirt move up with me, revealing my lace topped black stockings and silver garter belt. I watch Brax and his eyes remain fixed on my legs as each inch is revealed. His breathing is labored and after quickly looking round to see that we are truly alone at this end of the bar, he places a hand on the inside of my Louboutin clad foot and runs it up my calf until it rests on the bare skin at the top of my thighs. The heat of my body increasing the closer his hand gets to my centre.

“Damn, Elle, you are gorgeous,” he murmurs as he leans over to take my mouth in a ferocious kiss that tells me exactly what he wants to do.

“So f**king hot,” he says against my lips.

I moan as he gently bites my bottom lip before sucking it and invading mine with his tongue, engulfing my mouth with his. My hands are effectively bound behind me as I struggle to hold myself up. I’m craving him now—all I want to do is lie back and allow Brax take me here and now. His hand reaches the top of my thighs and he discovers that I wasn’t lying about my lack of underwear. I giggle to myself as his eyes widen. Did he really not believe me? He looks down at me with an amused grin on his face.

“You find my torture funny?”

“Mmm hmm,” I whimper as he drags his hand gently against my bare centre. He’s trying to take back the power and I freaking love it. We’ve been waiting all night for this and now that he’s finally touching me, I can’t get enough.

He starts stroking between my legs, my arousal evident upon his touch. I cry out into his mouth as he speeds up his movements, his kisses getting more feverish and desperate.

I can tell Brax is starting to lose his self-control, but I’m still shocked when he pulls me up out the booth seat and holds me close to him as he moves backwards, continuing to kiss me the whole time. He reaches behind his back to open the door to the photo booth. He rushes me inside and closes the door behind us, locking it quickly. Before I know what he’s doing, he falls to his knees in front of me, lifting my dress and putting his mouth against me. I arch my back at the first touch of his tongue on my skin.

This is the hottest thing we’ve ever done. I was already feeling sexy with my dress and the lingerie, but seeing the way Brax has come undone because of me is such a turn on. I feel warm all over, my breathing increasing until I’m panting and I can’t control the whimpers that are coming out of my mouth. He increases his tempo as he hooks my thigh around his shoulder, giving him access to go deeper. Without warning, I’m thrown head first over the edge. I bite into my hand to stifle the screams as I come apart around him. Before I’ve had a chance to recover from my release, Brax moves backwards, taking my body with him. He places my foot back on the ground and sits down on the booth seat, undoing his pants at the same time as he pulls my hips down towards his lap. With my back to his chest, my legs straddling his, he leans forward and impales me in one thrust.

“I can’t wait any longer to be inside you, baby,” he whispers huskily in my ear. We’ve never done it this way before, but god it feels good.