Breathe With Me(65)
“Okay, who’s next? I want to dance. I think all of you should get off your asses and dance.” I point at all of the guys, making them smile.
“I’ll dance with you,” Mark says.
“Didn’t you just do that?” Isaac asks with a laugh.
“I don’t call that dancing,” Mark replies with a smug smile and leads me out to the dance floor. The music is fast, but he pulls me into his arms and sways back and forth as if it’s a ballad.
“This isn’t what I had in mind,” I murmur as I bury my face in his neck and hold on tight.
“It’s what I had in my mind,” he says and kisses my hair. “I just want to stand here for a few minutes and enjoy the way you feel in my arms.”
“Jules was right, you are mushy.”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t either.”
When the song is over, Caleb, Matt and Isaac walk onto the floor and claim their women, pulling them into their arms and spinning them around the floor. Jax grins and takes advantage of the break. He returns to the table, but as soon as he sits down, a woman approaches him and asks him to dance. He shakes his head, sending her away and begins chatting with Dominic.
“I’m so glad you invited me to come here.” I grin up at Mark.
“Me too.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?”
“You’re going to keep me permanently hard while you lay in a bathing suit by the pool,” he replies with a grin.
“That sounds like fun. Will you put sunblock on me?”
“Of course.”
“Will you bring me fruity drinks with umbrellas in them?”
“If you ask nicely.”
“Will you keep your shirt off all day, also keeping me in a perpetual state of horniness?”
“If that’s what it takes, yes.” He laughs and tucks my hair behind my ear. “You make me laugh.”
“I’m glad.”
His face sobers as he drags his fingertips down my cheek. We’re still swaying back and forth, dancing to our own rhythm.
“I crave you, you know.”
“There’s no shame in that,” I reply as I smooth my finger over his lower lip. He puckers his lips and kisses me gently. “There are times I want you so badly my body feels like it’s on fire.”
“It’s not just that. It’s everything. I crave everything about you. Your body, your laughter, the way you make me feel when I’m with you. You’re my drug, Meredith.”
“I’m addicted in the same way, and I don’t plan to ever have to recover from you again, Mark.”
He stills for a moment and pins me with his blue gaze, sending shivers down my spine, as if he’s reached in and touched my soul.
“There’s no recovering from this.”
Chapter Sixteen
“We’ve walked so much tonight, my feet are numb,” Stacy grumbles as we stand on the escalator leading up to the club in our hotel, the Cosmopolitan.
“I think that’s from the liquor,” Nat replies.
“These chandeliers are crazy,” Jules says and squints her eyes as she stares at the glittering glass surrounding us. “It really fucks with your head when you’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I wonder if the bastards did that on purpose?” Sam wonders.
“We’re definitely in the prettiest hotel on the strip,” Brynna says with a grin. “I’m surprised you talked Will into this place, Meg.”
“I don’t think he cared where we stayed as long as it had a buffet and a bar,” Meg replies with a giggle and sips her pink drink. “The buffet here is killer. I think Will would have been happy sleeping with the crab legs.”
“The man can eat,” Jules says with a sigh. “This fifteen minute break from Vegas shenanigans was not good. I’m feeling droopy.”
We reach the top of the escalator and Sam steps between Jules and Nat, loops her arms through theirs and says, “Perk up, girls, the shenanigans are just beginning!”
“These women are hilarious,” Jax murmurs to me and leads me into the club. “I haven’t been flirted with this much since we were at that club in New York after the New Year’s Eve show three years ago.”
“That was a gay club,” I remind him with a roll of the eyes. “Needless to say, I didn’t see any action that night.”
“Trust me, snickerdoodle, I saw enough action for both of us that night.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as the girls around us burst out in laughter.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You’re hilarious,” Nic says as we commandeer two tables, pushing them together again. The same bartender from last night is behind the bar and rolls his eyes at us as we sit down.