Redeeming You(12)

His fingers traced the thin skin along the side of her neck and she moved her head to the side to give him more access. More than likely, he could feel her pulse hammering against his fingers.

“So, which is it?” he asked suggestively. Her eyelids grew heavy at the sound of his voice and every nerve ending in her body came to attention. He captivated her without even trying and she told herself to walk away and find her brother, but she couldn’t. Her legs wouldn’t move if she begged them to.

“Just drink it,” she finally managed to say, her voice breathless and way more vulnerable than she liked.

Cam lifted the shot glass, pouring the clear liquid into his mouth. She watched his throat move as he swallowed. Then her gaze shifted to his tongue as he licked his damp lips, and she felt compelled to climb in his lap and lick his lips for him. What was it about his lips? They hypnotized and seduced her without even trying. She shook her head, trying to refocus the direction of her thoughts. Exhaling a long drawn out breath, she lifted the bottle with her shaky hands and refilled their glasses. “Another?” she asked.

He nodded. This time they took the shots in unison, the salt and lime forgotten.

Three or four shots down and her inhibitions significantly lowered; Taylor grabbed Cam’s hand pulling him out of his chair.

“Where are we going?” Cam asked. Laughing that deep sensual laugh of his that inappropriately raised her blood pressure, he placed his hands on her hips pulling her close to him.

She couldn’t help it. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as his body brushed against hers. “Dancing. I want to dance,” she said, her voice husky and thick with something she didn’t want to admit.

Frowning, Cam looked over her head toward the dance floor. “I don’t know…your bro—”

She placed a single finger on his mouth. “It’s just dancing and you promised to show me your moves.”

She lifted her finger from his mouth just enough to release the pressure, but she could still feel the heat of his breath dancing along her fingertip. She held it there for an instant, and then dragged her finger down his chin, the bristles of his stubbly face pricking her fingertip, before letting her hand drop to her side.

He smiled his jaded rock star grin that never quite reached his eyes and she wished she could see the real Cam again, but apparently, he only let him out to play in small, calculated doses.

“Okay, we’ll dance, but if Alec says anything, you’ll tell him this was your idea.”

“I promise,” she readily agreed as she grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the dance floor.



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He shouldn’t do this. Cam knew it even as she pulled him onto the dance floor and spun away from him, her hips swaying provocatively to the music, her long dark hair shadowing one side of her face.

And then when she looked up at him, giving him the come hither finger, he was sunk. Her long dark lashes fanned her high cheekbones, her lips curled up at the edges in a sensual smile. She was a living, breathing fantasy. How had he missed it before? No more cold, humorless Taylor. She was a flame burning, almost too hot to touch.

Even as he stepped toward her and pulled her hips against his, he knew he’d regret this, but he couldn’t stop himself, not even if Alec came barreling through the crowd of people on the dance floor. He had no business wanting to touch her and feel the press of her body against his. Taylor was Alec’s sister. Chasing Ruin and the label hired her to keep him out of trouble, but none of that mattered in that instant. He was paralyzed by the promise of the sway of her hips and the sultry smile on her lips.

He dug his hands in the flimsy material of her shirt, sliding it up her waist ever so slightly so he could touch her soft, glowing skin. It felt smooth as silk as it clenched under his calloused fingertips. Moving his hips in time with hers, he buried his head in her shoulder, inhaling her scent until he couldn’t take any more. He needed to taste her. His lips grazed her neck, the same long, graceful neck that he wanted to lick salt from not less than thirty minutes ago.

“This isn’t a good idea,” he murmured against her skin even as his mind begged him for one more minute before he moved away from her.

“We’re just dancing,” she said, threading her fingers through his belt loops and pulling him closer.

It felt less and less like dancing with each brush of her skin and rocking of her hips against his. He was going to rot in hell for doing this. He made her take those shots out of total boredom, the need for company, and curiosity. And now that he had her hot, slim body anchored against his, he wanted more, and more would get his pathetic ass kicked out of Chasing Ruin without a get out jail free card.