Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
It was slow and methodic, that fingertip taking my chin down with it until I was looking at her. The amusement in her green eyes died a little when mine found hers, something hotter slipping in on its heels.
And I was a stupid sonofabitch with a death sentence apparently, because I muttered a fuck it under my breath and gripped her hips against me even tighter before fitting us together.
The corner of her lips quirked up in victory, but she didn’t tear her eyes away. She just watched me as my hands gripped the fabric of her dress, bunching it a little the more we moved. The beat was heavy and bass-driven, the crowd like a heartbeat around us. And just when I had the hang of it, Grace switched her tempo from side to side to just leaning against me and barely rolling her body.
I watched the wave-like movement of her chest, stomach, and pelvis, all while feeling every inch of the dance against me. The bottom of that body roll had her ass rubbing against me in a way that left me no fucking choice but to pop a boner.
I felt like a goddamn high schooler instead of a thirty-year-old man.
Snapping out of my daze, I matched her movement again, and when I did, it was enough to have me cursing under my breath.
We were practically fucking on that dance floor.
It didn’t matter that we were fully clothed. She pressed against me just as hard as I gripped her to me, and all my restraint was obliterated with her ass rubbing against my cock.
Grace closed her eyes, leaning her head against my chest, and then she wrapped her hands over mine and started dragging them over her body. It was slow and subtle, so much so that anyone around us wouldn’t have noticed.
But the second she ran my hand up her rib cage, I stopped breathing.
Grace had the decency to pause, but then she laced her fingers over mine and, together, we cupped her breast.
I was toast.
“Fuck,” I ground out, and chills erupted over her shoulder where I’d muttered the curse. I tested the weight of her, palming her more confidently and feeling the fabric of her dress with my thumb until I struck gold, finding her nipple peaked.
She let out an exhale of a moan when I thumbed that precious discovery.
Then, in a strange fucking twist of events, the song cut out suddenly.
And a loud, high-energy country song swept in to take its place.
Would You Rather...
Jaxson
Everyone on the dance floor seemed used to the sudden change in tempo, save for me and Grace. They broke apart quickly, clearing the floor — or rather, getting into place for a line dance that they were all apparently accustomed to.
I all but threw Grace away from me, but she didn’t react at all. She spun in a circle with her hands above her head like I’d meant to twirl her out, and then she pointed two finger guns at me and started moon walking backward.
I wanted to laugh, but I was too busy adjusting my fucking hard-on in my slacks and hoping the lights weren’t bright enough for anyone to notice it. I checked where most of my teammates were at the bar, feeling a little relieved to find Vince still preoccupied with Maven.
Grace smirked knowingly, but then she fell right in line with a woman next to her and started watching her steps, attempting to pick up the line dance.
I took that as my cue to exit the dance floor.
I didn’t make it four steps before I was being dragged backward.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Grace said, pulling me to line up next to her.
We were both nearly knocked over by the sudden turn and kick in the dance, and Grace laughed as I steadied her with my hands on her waist before we had no choice but to turn around again.
“Keep up!” she yelled over the music.
And I tried, I really did, but while Grace focused on the feet of everyone around her and eventually got the rhythm of the line dance, I just sort of maneuvered around everyone and tried not to be in the way.
I also watched Grace.
She was enthralling, all smiles and shiny eyes as she laughed and twirled and made friends with everyone around her. They were all giving her high-fives by the end of it, and then she turned toward me with a mischievous grin as a two-step began.
That was a dance I could somewhat keep up with.
Growing up in Alberta, I’d been to more than my fair share of country bars. Line dances never called to me, but any excuse to get close to a pretty girl had me chomping at the bit.
I took Grace by the hand and twirled her around the edges of the dance floor while another line dance took place in the middle, and then the cycle repeated itself.