Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Everyone on campus is coming here to see the dance-off when I don’t even know how to dance.”
Taylor snorts and takes the bottle from my hand, raising it to her lips. “You’ve got moves, Bex. They come out when you’re drunk. All you have to do is get on that bar, shake your ass, and push out your tits.”
I laugh. “I hate you.”
She blows me a kiss. “You love me.”
Preston, Tucker, Drake, Trent, and Jamie wait for us in the parking lot at The Sixth Floor. A group of girls, who I assume we are dancing with, crowd around them. I sift through them until I reach Preston. He stops talking to Drake, his eyes now fixed on me. His mouth falls open slightly as he takes in the sight of me.
I never wear clothes like this—at least not in public. Tight spandex shorts and tops are reserved for working out or practices. Never for weekends. And definitely not around guys like Preston.
“Damn, Bex.” Preston steps forward, his right hand falling to my waist. He closes the distance between us, the air between us thick with tension. He studies each of my curves, his gaze falling over every inch of my body. “You look… hot.”
I smile, and it’s not even the slightest bit forced. “Thanks, Parker. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Spending the day with Preston has lowered my walls. He’s not as much of an ass as I had thought.
“Shannon,” Jamie says to a girl with long, blonde hair. “This is Bex.” He points to me. “And her friend, Taylor. They’re the girls I was telling you about.”
“Oh, hey.” Shannon strolls over to us. “You two are such lifesavers. We were ready to bail on the contest until Jamie told me you could fill in for our friends.”
“I don’t know how to dance,” I admit.
“Yes, you do.” Taylor smacks my arm. “Bex is being modest.”
“Okay, fine.” I hold up my hands. “But if we lose, don’t blame me.”
Taylor invades Shannon’s personal space, already acting as if they’re best friends. “So, what do you need us to do?”
“It’s nothing special. Just have fun. We have a few moves we were planning to do. But we don’t have to do anything choreographed. Move your hips to the beat and do whatever feels natural to you.”
Preston comes up from behind me placing both of his big hands on my hips. My entire body hums from his energy. He dips his head until his lips are so close, his breath on my earlobe. He sways my hips, rocking me from side to side. “Nothing to it, Bex.”
Do that again.
I don’t want him to stop touching me, and now that he’s all over me, I know tonight is going to end with me in his bed. I want him so badly my pussy clenches from the promise of his hands on me, his cock filling me up. I haven’t wanted a guy this much since Kellan. And that was a long time ago.
I look up at him, haunted by his beautiful blue eyes. “Easy for you to say. Maybe you should get up on the bar and shake your ass for money.”
He laughs. “For five hundred bucks, I would.”
“I think I need a drink,” I admit. “I had some vodka before we left the dorm, but it wasn’t enough for me to do this.”
His hands on my bare skin send shivers down my spine. A blaze of heat licks my stomach as his fingers graze my navel. Without my permission, a soft whimper escapes my lips. Is he doing this to get me to focus on him instead of the dance competition? Well, it’s working.
“I’ll be right there… watching you. Look at me and no one else.”
“Okay.” I suck in a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with.”
When we step inside the club, the bass is thumping, the music vibrating beneath my four-inch heels. I look like a giant in these. I’m well over six feet tall with them on, which makes me stick out even more. The other girls in our group are on the petite side with the exception of Taylor. She’s almost as tall as me and built like an athlete.
“We have to check in,” Shannon informs us.
Preston slips his fingers between mine as we move through the mass of people. A prick of electricity stings my fingers. His calloused skin is so rough against mine, and I can’t stop myself from wondering how his hands would feel on other parts of my body.
After Shannon confirms our spot in the competition, I untangle my fingers from Preston’s, already missing his warmth.
I smile. “Wish me luck.”
He gives me a crooked smile that sets my insides on fire. “Good luck. Remember what I said. If you get nervous, look at me. And no one else. It’s no different than playing in a game or a tournament. You’ve had thousands of people watch you over the course of your college basketball career.”