Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
That’s the conclusion she’d come to about an hour ago as she’d sat on her bedroom floor and stared at her gold dress.
That she was done with fear. She wasn’t letting it rule her anymore. And yeah, maybe she was still quaking on the inside.
But she didn’t want to be a coward. She was done letting the past ruin her future. She deserved better than this.
Frog-face and his friends were nothing. Worse than nothing. They were scum. Sure, she didn’t like the fact that two of them were still out there, but she tried not to think about that. She wondered what happened to Fishy-breath, but maybe it was best to not know.
The person that had moved up behind her put their hands on her hips. She stiffened, watching as Gray’s face filled with rage.
Oh, crap.
The guy behind her was about to die.
Turning, she glared up at him. “Go away.”
He stumbled back, hands up, obviously drunk.
“Sorry, baby, you were just shaking that juicy trunk, thought you seemed lonely.”
Juicy trunk? Was he for real?
She spotted one of the big bouncers working his way through the crowd. And then she felt Gray behind her.
The drunk guy who’d been swaying with a wide smile on his face suddenly straightened. His smile dropped away, leaving a terrified expression in its place.
Whoa. Gray was kind of intimidating, but this guy had seemed too drunk to notice. And now he looked like he was about to pee himself.
He was backing away when the bouncer grabbed him, giving Gray a nod.
Had Gray told the bouncer to come over? Why would the bouncer listen to him? She turned to look up at Gray, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her pressed against him.
And ohhh, it felt nice.
Way too nice. Her legs were turning to noodles.
“Hello, girl.”
“Hello, Mr. Hot Butt.”
“Nope, we’re not doing that, brat,” he told her in a low voice that cut through the music. His lips touched her ear and her whole body lit up.
Holy. Crap.
How could she get turned on just from the feel of his lips against her ear? She hadn’t even realized she’d like that.
“That’s okay. That wasn’t my best work.”
He brushed his cheek against hers. His beard was surprisingly soft. She’d thought it would feel like bristles against her skin.
What was he doing? Did he want to dance?
He suddenly started to sway back and forth. Oh yeah. She was turning to total mush in his arms.
“Dance with me.”
It wasn’t exactly a question. Definitely more of an order. But she didn’t want to refuse him anyway.
So she nodded.
“Words, girl.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Follow my lead.”
He could dance? His hands went to her hips and he moved behind her.
Fudge.
Her tight nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress. Her clit throbbed as he moved with the beat.
Dance? This wasn’t dancing. This was something else entirely.
She’d never danced with a man like this. But he didn’t try to grope at her, to cup her breast. And even though she was certain she could feel his erection pressing into her, he didn’t thrust it at her.
And she liked that he was obviously turned on by her. Because she was definitely aroused by him.
She longed to turn around. To see him. To ask about the bouncer.
He slid one of his hands around to cup the curve of her belly. She didn’t have a flat stomach. She definitely had more curves than was probably fashionable.
But she guessed with how he was holding her that he didn’t care.
Good. Because she wasn’t changing anytime soon.
She grabbed hold of his hand, just wanting to get him to let go long enough that she could turn.
“Stay where you are, girl.”
“But I want to see you,” she complained.
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m enjoying myself too much with you just where you are.”
Okay, then. She could get behind that. She was aware of a few women giving her jealous looks and she didn’t blame them. He was gorgeous.
Way out of her league.
But he was here. He was touching her. Dirty dancing with her. It was lighting her on fire from the inside out.
Then he brushed her long hair over one shoulder and started kissing down her neck. She stumbled, losing the beat of the song.
Holy. Fudgeballs.
She could feel the heat of his lips against her skin. It was crazy, intense. And she was kind of pissed that there were people around because what she really wanted was to shove him on the floor, strip him naked, and have her way with him.
This wasn’t helping her keep herself calm.
“Put your arms up around my neck,” he commanded.
She reached back, not even hesitating. The demand in his voice wasn’t one that could be ignored.
Not that she wanted to.
“Very good.” He ran his hands down her sides, turning her legs to noodles. One arm wrapped back around her waist.