Harley (West Coast Rock Star #1)(29)

 

Throughout her preteen and teen years, Cade had trained in jazz and tap. Her father had refused to let her take "sissy" ballet, or "worldly" hip-hop, no matter how much she'd begged. In the end, her mother had made him concede to let her take jazz and tap. But at night, in her bedroom, she had watched music videos and tried to copy all the dance moves.

 

When her father died, she immersed herself in everything dance, joining different studios, and learning all sorts of moves. Her cardio improved. She was flexible and she was strong. All that had helped later with the rigorous training she'd received from Mackinley Security. When the martial arts and gym workouts had taken over, she had completely forgotten about her love of dance.

 

But tonight she moved, freely and effortlessly.

 

She felt every vibration from the music through her body. Cade danced like there was nobody watching. Her skin became slick with sweat, and her long waves stuck to her skin. As she pushed her hair up, she felt hands wrap around her stomach. His scent hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt his hips pressed hard against her backside, moving in rhythm with hers.

 

Cade closed her eyes, let her hair down over one shoulder, and welcomed Jax's lips on one side of her neck. She had no clue what song was playing. All she heard was the hum from his throat, and the quick tempo inside his chest.

 

Like a woman possessed, she felt brave, free, and uninhibited. Nothing could stop her. Cade pushed her ass against Jax, thrilled at what she could feel under his jeans. He growled against her ear, and it sent a sizzle all the way down to her toes. At a change of tempo, she bent her knees, slapped her hands against the sides of his thighs, and swung her hips from side to side. Cade moved lower, with her buttocks all the way down to the floor, and then shook her way back up again.  

 

Jax was close enough that she heard him mutter an expletive. When his hands started to snake under and up her tank top, she snapped and decided enough was enough. Without a word to anyone, she left her group and made her way back to the VIP lounge.

 

A few more people-girls dressed more provocatively than her-were added to their group. Cade flopped down on the seat she'd taken before, and reached for one of the purple drinks on the table.

 

"Wow, Cade, that was hot!" Luke leaned over to tell her. "I was watching you the whole time. Who knew you had moves like that!"

 

Before she could reply, Beth, JP, and Jax came back. Jax didn't look too impressed. He walked over to where Cade sat, taking over the space between her and Marco, and Cade noticed, ignoring the other pretty girls around them.

 

"Having fun?" Jax asked.

 

Was the question for her? She turned her head over his way and found him less angry, but not quite thrilled either. "Yeah."

 

He had been careful when he sat down, but as he moved forward to reach for a water bottle, then switched it with her purple drink, their legs touched. Even through the thickness of their jeans, Cade felt the heat and electricity between them. Jax took a sip from the martini glass and cringed.

 

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

 

"Luke ordered it."

 

Jax placed the glass back down on the table, swung an arm around Cade, and bent slightly in front of her to talk to Luke. "What's this crap, Luke? Purple Kool-Aid?"

 

She was squeezed tightly against Jax's body. Cade didn't know if she should push him away or bask in his hot as fire scent. Cade rubbed her nose against his neck and inhaled. Her stomach did a somersault. The man smelled delicious. His skin was covered in a thin film of sweat, but it heightened the notes of his cologne and made him even more appealing. She ignored the banter between the two men, and concentrated on the flicking pulse on Jax's neck. Whatever came over her-the alcohol, the high from dancing, or him-she found herself pressing her mouth against him, then licking that pulse. One, two licks. Musky and salty. And all man.

 

Jax stiffened beside her.

 

What had she done? Jax didn't loosen his grip on her. His face was inches away from a kiss. "Do I taste better than your purple drink?" Jax said in a deep, hushed voice, which made her lower abdomen tighten, and her cheeks warmer. Was he waiting for her answer? Jax surprised her by rubbing the back of his hand over her cheek. "I'll get you a better drink." He smiled. "Then you can lick as much as you want later."

 

Holy hell. Did Jax just say what she thought she heard? To her?

 

He released her and got their waitress' attention. The woman in a sequined bikini hurried, stood in front of Jax, bent down, and paid attention. Too much attention, as far as Cade was concerned. Perhaps it was the alcohol from the shots taking over, but she felt she needed to make this other woman know that Jax was … what was he? She pushed the muddled thoughts aside. Her hand gripped his leg and she focused on his ear lobe this time. Good enough to take a little nibble. And so she did.