I politely declined and said, “You guys go ahead.” I gave a push on Aedyn’s shoulder to go and his feet started moving as the two girls drug him through the crowd. He turned to look back at me and shrugged, giving me a ‘what am I supposed to do’ look. He continued staring at me as the two girls pulled him to the dance floor and began moving to the music.
Although the place was packed, I could still see them as they danced. They didn’t need to go far, the line between the dance floor and the crowd had been lost in a mass of rhythmic bodies. People were dancing pretty much wherever they stood.
I watched as the girls moved closer and Aedyn pulled Raquel into his hips, smiling down and grinding on her. Damn it, he looked so sexy, his hands moving up and down her thighs. Then his expression changed and he looked at me, shooting his gaze through the crowd. It was as if an arrow launched straight into my soul. He was sending me a message, grinding on Raquel, but teasing me, inviting me. My heart jumped and I gasped. Oh god, I would love to feel his hands on me, his hips grinding into me. I spun on my heels and went to order another drink.
I leaned my elbows on the bar and shouted out my drink order, waiting for the song to end. The problem was, in this type of club the music never ended. It was one long seamless barrage of pounding rhythms, pulsing in a way that suggested free sex could be found at every turn. And it was working. How long would I have to endure the torture of Aedyn and Raquel grinding it out with Lisa coming at him from behind?
I tried to put it out of my mind, but my lubricated imagination was running circles in my brain. What if Aedyn was getting turned on by all the grinding? I was struck with an image of his cock expanding in his pants right there on the dance floor. Oh great. Now I was fixating on Aedyn’s cock. I began to wonder what it would be like to touch it, to taste it… oh my. Was it the hypnotic music or the drinks, or both? Whatever it was, I didn’t want it to stop. I grabbed a fresh drink from the bartender and told him to charge it to Aedyn’s tab.
A large hand landed on my shoulder and I whipped around to see Aedyn’s smiling face. “I’ll have another one too,” he said. As he talked over my head to the bartender, his body was so close behind me I nearly gasped, afraid that if he pressed up against me, I’d feel the very thing I had imagined.
I calmed myself and swallowed hard. His dancing was so hot, even if it was with another woman. Was he really sending me a message? Or just goofing off, trying to make me laugh? Either way, it’d sent my pulse racing, again, for the millionth time tonight, reminding me that I didn’t like losing Aedyn’s attention to the two sex kittens. And with that thought, I was left feeling even more conflicted than ever. Coming to Chicago and being with Aedyn was quickly making my real life seem further away. Not just in miles, but in loyalty as well.
I turned, standing with my back to the bar with Aedyn in front of me. His reach landed his sexy body against mine, face to face, as he leaned over to pay the bartender. I froze, pinned by those deep blue eyes. His look penetrated through me, as if it could reach into every inch of my being. He pulled back slightly after handing the man a tip. His gaze trailed down to where my breasts pushed out of my low cut club dress and then up again, lingering on my lips. I kept steady, not even aware I was holding my breath, not wanting to tear my eyes from his face. He licked his lips. I wanted those lips. He leaned in. My heart stopped. I desperately wanted him to kiss me, but instead, he brushed past and said in my ear, “Let’s dance.”
I blinked, feeling the edge of the bar digging into my back. I didn’t want him to move. I wanted to feel him pressed against me like this. “We’re not on the dance floor.” The words dribbled out of my mouth in a feeble attempt to resist his offer.
“Over here.” He took my arm and motioned in the direction of a small clearing to the side of the bar, near a back wall. After his seduction of me at the bar, I was definitely going to need some extra air to breathe normally again.
As he guided me through the crowd, I felt his hand pressing on the small of my back. The pulsing of the music was like an aphrodisiac and my already racing pulse threatened to hit overdrive as I realized he was maneuvering us into a dark, secluded corner.
He stopped and leaned close, pausing for a sip of his drink. The tension between us was running high. I swore that if I put my hand in what little space was left between our bodies, I’d feel a jolt of electricity. I knew I should resist. I knew I wouldn’t.
I could break the spell with just a word. I could have lashed out, told him he was rude for abandoning me to dance with those girls. I could have said Chip’s name, or mentioned anything about the wedding. I could have simply said no. I didn’t.