Repair Me (Kin #1)(8)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I scrunched up my face. “Probably not! I wouldn’t want to show you up when you’re getting so much play.”

He turned and looked out onto the dance floor. “You jealous?”

I crossed my arms. “Of course not! I don’t know you or your conquest.”

He smiled and stole another fry. “My conquest?”

“Yeah, you know, the girl out there ready to shed her clothes and f**k you in front of everyone?”

He just shook his head and continued laughing at me. “You’re really sexy when you’re jealous. I reckon you better stop, though, before I get even more turned on by it.”

He got up and walked away without giving me the opportunity to respond.

He was so…so…right! Ugh! What was I even doing? How could I be jealous over a guy that I didn’t know? The worst part of it all was that I wanted him more by the second. I could close my eyes and imagine him touching me with those big hands. I wanted them all over my naked skin.

While I was dreaming about it, I hadn’t noticed a strange guy sit down across from me. I jumped when he spoke. “You want to dance?”

I held up my hands. “No, I’m fine, thanks!”

He turned and looked to see what I was looking at, then looked back at me. “You and every other woman here want a piece of that. Ever since he got back to town, he’s been a chick magnet. I can save you a lot of time and heartbreak, sweet thing. Ford has his hands full with Ashley. Just come dance with me and enjoy your night.”

I thought about Ford being with every girl in this town. It was gross and made me reconsider what I had been wishing for. I grabbed the guy’s hand and led him out onto the dance floor. “Let’s go then!”

Sure, it was a bold move and yes, it was just to get a rise out of Ford. If he was a womanizer, I wanted him to know he’d never have me.

From the moment my body started to sway, I caught him watching me. His eyes were locked on my body and it overwhelmed me with desire. I didn’t know what it was about him, but he made me so hot in all the right places.

The music got faster and his dance partner stepped it up, grinding her ass against him, while letting his hands linger over her waist. The evil little sex kitten in me took complete control. I wanted him to want me, even if he wasn’t going to get it, so I mimicked her moves, but grinded harder against my willing partner. Instead of letting him control where his hands went, I slid them up to my br**sts and gave him permission to explore.

Ford watched then put his head down into the girl’s neck. The off thing about it was that his gaze was still fixed on watching me. I squatted all the way down to the floor and came back up again, watching him the whole time. His smile grew as he watched my body moving. Song after song, we became caught up in outdoing each other with seduction, all the while only doing it for a rise out of each other.

I had him where I wanted him. When he was bending her over later, he’d be thinking of my naked body and not hers. I felt sneaky and bad, but it turned me on. Everything about what I was doing was turning me on. With sweat running down my face and chest, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up. For a couple moments I stared at my own reflection in the mirror, wondering what I was thinking. How could I look at myself knowing what my body wanted to be doing? I felt dirty and sexy all at the same time and I didn’t know how I felt about that.

When the door opened and Ford stood there behind me, I had no choice but to turn around and face him. “This is the ladies room.”

He looked around. “I’m aware of where I am.”

“I was just leaving.” I went to walk away but he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his arms. “What are you…”

He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. I pulled away and slapped him. He grabbed my hair and held me still while he got close to my ear. “Stop actin’ like you don’t want this to happen.”

“I don’t!”

He kissed me again, this time not taking my rejection seriously at all. His tongue caressed mine and that ball of fire ignited from my mouth and headed straight down to my sex. I knew my panties were getting wet, due to the fact that I could almost feel myself dripping after being turned on by this man. It didn’t matter that we’d just met, or that someone else was outside waiting for him.

He picked me up and leaned me against the porcelain sink. I could feel the coldness hitting my thighs, cooling that burning urge that made me want to spread my legs and give him my soul. This time, when he pulled away, I was panting.

He smiled and looked at himself in the mirror, before releasing me to stand on my own two feet. His hand reached down and rubbed me between the legs as he spoke. “When you’re lyin’ in my bed tonight, you’re going to wish I was there with you. Are you going to touch yourself while you’re thinkin’ about me?”

Why did his scandalous words give me butterflies? Why did I know I was going to do exactly what he was telling me to?

Except, I didn’t want to imagine being with him. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to forget all about my ex and everything he’d done to me, even if it was only for a night.

Ford

I couldn’t have planned things out better than the way they were falling into place. My ex made for a great addition by throwing herself at me the moment I walked into the door. Since I didn’t feel like her causing a scene, I decided to go with it. If I wasn’t sure about Sky, her eyes revealed more than she was saying. In fact, the little kitten couldn’t keep her wandering eyes off of me. As the kissing intensified, so did the rush of guilt. My ex was a lot of things, but she didn’t deserve to be a pawn in some plan to swoon a stranger, especially since she wanted to be the woman I took home to bed tonight.

I pulled myself out of her arms and looked into those big eyes. “I didn’t come here for this.”

She smiled and tried to pull me in for a kiss again. When I wouldn’t let her, she started to pout. “Please? I’ll do anything you want.”

I had to smile, thinking about how sexy she could be. Since she wasn’t the only person I’d been with, it wasn’t the experience that I enjoyed the most. Sure she knew how to move her hips and make me crazy, still, each time we got close I thought about Harley and how she should have looked out for her that night. She should have called me, but instead worried about herself and how drunk she could get without me around. I was done with her and that kind of bullshit. “I told you before, it’s not goin’ to happen.”