Danger! Bad Boy(6)

Using his forearm to pull me back, he held me tightly against his chest. I could feel his breath against my ear as he shouted, “What are you doing, bad girl?”

I turned my head to the side against his shoulder to shout back in his ear, “Dancing!”

Then, right there on the dance floor, Caleb slipped his hands underneath the hem of my flimsy dress. The warmth of his palms rested on the front of my upper thighs, his index fingers teased my panty line. I scowled at him in accusation. His What, who me? innocent look wasn’t fooling me.

I decided to call his bluff and outdo him. Flipping around, I pressed my hand firmly against the hard-on in his pants. Now it was his turn to look surprised. The shock quickly morphed into a heavy-lidded expression.

His hands were now gliding up the back of my thighs and over my butt cheeks left bare by my g-string. Even though his actions were making me hotter for him, I managed to keep a straight face. My flirtatious smile let him know I wasn’t scared or backing down.

Not getting the scandalized reaction he wanted from me, he moved one hand between our bodies to cup me between my legs. Then the rubbing commenced. Holy crap. I closed my eyes at the sensations running through me. Upon opening my eyes, it was to see Caleb’s smug smile.

Oh, hell no! The battle had just begun. Licking my lips, I yelled over the music while running a finger over his erection, “I want to taste you!”

As a shudder vibrated through his body, I could almost hear his groan. After closing his eyes for a moment, probably to imagine me at his knees, he recovered enough to say, “I want to hear you beg for it with that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Wow, that was hot. His words almost had me wanting that exact scenario.

Pushing my immense lust for him aside, I focused on the ultimate goal. “You’ll be the one begging before the night is over!”

His knowing smile made me nervous.

Like a light bulb, or maybe a strobe light, turning on above my head, an idea came to me. After all, this was Vegas, baby.

“Hey, Caleb!”

“Hey, Gianna!” he mocked me.

“Do you want a lap dance?”

He gave me a dirty look. “You’re not playing nice!”

My arms tightened around his neck. “I can make it real nice for you.” With my lips to his neck, I ran kisses up to the back of his ear. “Your own personal stripper.”

Caleb was practically squeezing my body at that point. My guy liked my bright idea. I giggled against his neck. “You are so asking for it, princess.”

“Promises, promises!” I teased him.

Without warning, he pivoted us and guided me off the dance floor toward the exit. Okay, I guess we were leaving. Maybe I was about to be punished for testing him.

Once out in front of the hotel, Caleb guided me into a cab. He told the driver to take us to the nearest convenience store and pulled me onto his lap as the driver took off. I laughed at his eagerness.

“What’s so funny, Gianna?”

“You are. I almost have you begging for it.”

Caleb nuzzled my neck. “The night isn’t over yet, sexy girl.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, when we get back to the hotel room, I’m going to have you begging me.” Caleb did an impression of my voice for his next words. “Harder, Caleb! Please, Caleb, make me come again!”

Dammit, I’d never even had sex and he was making me want to beg for it already. Stay strong, Gianna.

“Lap dance,” I taunted him.

“My mouth between your legs,” he taunted me back.

I cocked my head to the side, not able to hold back my curiosity. “Will I like that?”

“You will when I do it.” As if to give me a preview, his kissed me, stroking my tongue with his in a way that had me squirming on his lap.

The cab driver coughed and I remembered our audience of one. Whatever, he worked in Las Vegas, he could deal with a makeout session in the back of his dirty cab. We stopped at a gas station and Caleb asked the driver to wait for us.

He ushered me through the sliding doors of the gas station with a hand at my back. The place seemed a little skeevy, but busy. Every gas pump outside was being put to use and there was a line in front of both cash registers.

“What are we here for?”

“Supplies,” Caleb replied vaguely.

Holding my hand, he dragged me over to the condoms. I glanced around, thinking this was a position I’d never really thought of being in. The speed at which he immediately grabbed a box had me thinking about how many times he’d likely bought that particular brand. At the coolers in the back of the store he handed me a four pack of wine coolers and picked a six pack of beer for himself. Girly wine coolers for me and manly beer for him, typical guy.