The Wild Ones (The Wild Ones #1)(40)
Author: M. Leighton

“I’m totally teeing you up. And Trick,” she says, turning a wink on him, “you’re welcome.”

“I don’t want her drunk. I want her lucid.” He looks at me, his smoky eyes dark in the low light. “I want her to remember everything.”

A pocket of lava bursts inside my stomach and releases heat throughout my lower body. His eyes, his words are like a touch. And I crave that touch. Once was not enough. I don’t know how many times it will take for me to feel satisfied.

Trick stands and holds out his hand. “Let’s go dance off some of that alcohol.”

I slide my fingers over his palm and he grips them lightly. He leads me to the small yet crowded dance floor where people are bumping and gyrating to the bass-laden club music. When he finds us a spot, he twirls me slowly then pulls me to him.

As I watch him move, as I feel his body shifting against mine, I realize something that makes Trick even hotter, something I really didn’t think was possible.

He has rhythm. Trick can actually dance.

It’s not that he’s doing anything elaborate. He’s not Chris Brown-ing on the floor or anything. Nevertheless, I can see it in the way he moves. It’s fluid and in perfect time with the beat. And it’s hot.

Very hot!

The music morphs into a slower, more sensual song and Trick steps closer. Pulling my body tight against his, he buries his face in my neck and we sway together. His hands roam my back and hips in long languid ovals. My head spins lightly and desire rushes through me.

As if sensing where my thoughts are going, Trick jerks away and turns me around, my back to his chest. He drags his hands up my sides and pulls my arms up as he goes, trailing his fingertips along the sides of my boobs. He winds my hands around his neck, leaving my body completely open to his roving hands.

With his hands now at my hips, he snugs me up against him. I feel his hardness as he grinds against my butt. Chills break out across my chest and I feel my ni**les tighten.

Losing myself to the music and the man at my back, I spare one quick look around us and find that no one is paying any attention. Everyone else is involved in their own bubble, their own seduction. That makes it easy to close my eyes and let go when I hear Trick whisper into my ear.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO – Trick

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now?”

I’m so close to Cami, I can hear the purr vibrate in the back of her throat. I’m weaving a spell for her, but she’s taking me under with her. I can’t stop it. And I’m not sure I’d even want to.

“If we were alone,” I say, running my hands back down her arms and sides, “I’d peel this shirt off you and watch your ni**les pucker in the cool air.”

Cami relaxes her head onto my shoulder, her fingers fisting in my hair. Her eyes are closed and I wonder if she can imagine the scene as clearly as I can. When I look down her body, I can plainly see the outline of her ni**les as they push against her shirt. Blood rushes to my little head, leaving my big head as second in command.

I let my hands slide a little further down, to her waist. “Then I’d pull this string,” I explain, tugging on the ties of her shorts for emphasis, “and I’d ease you out of these so I could check to see if your clothes are still…damp.”

I feel her breathing pick up and my pulse starts racing. The music doesn’t seem as loud as the buzz of electricity between us and the only people in the world are Cami and me. We are only ones that matter. And all we can do is feel.

“And if they’re not, I’d have to take measures to fix that.”

She rubs her butt up against me and I grit my teeth. It’s a testament to my self-control that I don’t do something wildly inappropriate. I mean, we are in a public place. And Cami’s not the kind of girl that’s down with stuff like that, I’m sure. She’s classy. Not stuffy, just classy.

But damn, I almost wish she wasn’t. Just for tonight.

She takes her hands out of my hair and lowers her arms. She surprises me by reaching around behind me and grabbing my butt, right at the same time she grinds her hips into mine.

A growl escapes and I feel almost violent when I sink my teeth into her shoulder. She gasps, but when I lean up and look at her face, she looks like she’s enjoying it, which just turns me on that much more.

“Cami,” I say, my tone louder and more serious.

Her eyes pop open and meet mine. They’re dark with desire, but they seem lucid. “Are you sober?”

Her smile is slow. Super slow. And cat-like. “Sober enough. Let’s get out of here.”

Without even pausing, I take her hand and pull her off the dance floor. Jenna is sitting in Rusty’s lap trying to swallow his face when we get to the table.

“We’re leaving. You can either come with us or find another way back,” I say as I dump enough bills on the table to cover our tab and a big tip.

Rusty looks up at me and grins. He knows exactly what I’m talking about. And he couldn’t agree more. Without a word from anybody, Jenna scoots off his lap and we all make our way out the door. We can’t get to the hotel fast enough.

I’m practically running through the lobby to punch the elevator button. Thank God, it arrives quickly and we all four board the car. I don’t feel like talking. No one else must either.

The first stop is on the third floor to drop off Rusty and Jenna. They exit with mumbles of seeing us at breakfast. Jenna grins at Cami and Rusty gives me a peace sign as the doors close. As soon as we’re on the move again, I pull Cami into my arms and kiss her. She melts against me and my mind is filled with thoughts of stabbing the emergency stop button, pushing her up against the walls of the small car and slaking the hunger that’s riding me like a prize bull.

A soft ding signals our arrival on the sixth floor. Reluctantly, I drag my lips from Cami’s. The look on her face is soft and dreamy and full of promise. Impulsively I scoop her up and carry her to our room. When I stop in front of the door, rather than let her down, I tell her, “The key’s in my back right pocket.”

She squeezes her hand beneath my arm and wiggles her fingers into my pocket. She moves them around, probably more than she needs to in order to find the credit card looking thing. I know that for sure when I see her devilish grin.

“Hurry up or I’m going to embarrass us both out here.”

She chuckles and pulls the key out. I bend enough for her to work it into the lock. The light turns green and she hits the handle. I push the door open and let it fall shut behind us. I walk straight to the bed and stop.