Tempting(58)

“Well, it’s certainly not my favorite.”

“And what kind of beer would that be?” She lifted the hand that held her own cup, took a long drink. I watched, transfixed, while she licked some foam off her upper lip. “Nathan?”

“Oh. Right.” Her lips curved up in a slow smile, and the lights in the kitchen made her look like an evil Alice, like she should have tiny little horns sticking up from the wig. “I prefer Belgian style ales. Not warm domestics that taste like recycled piss.”

She tilted her head back and gave a delighted laugh. “Shit, you are such a snob. Didn’t you ever drink in college?”

“Sure. But I don’t remember it tasting this bad.” With another long drink, she set her cup down. Her empty cup. Then she grabbed mine. “Okaaaaay. You trying to set a record?”

Adele shook her head, then took another swallow. “Just wanted to empty it enough so we can go dance and I don’t have to worry about spilling it down my dress.”

The tip of her pointer finger followed the front of the pale blue material that was pushing her breasts up and out. It was so low cut that I could see the white lace edge of her bra from where I stood over her. Some idiot behind me obviously saw her doing it too.

“Holy hell,” he said, voice full of awe. “This is the greatest party ever.”

I turned and narrowed my eyes, but of course, he wasn’t paying me one lick of attention. His blurry eyes were focused right on Adele’s spectacular cleavage.

“Hey,” I snapped and he blinked over at me. “Go the fuck away.”

Even with my voice slightly muffled by the mask, he got the message, and stumbled out of the room. And Adele leaned into me, wrapping her free arm around my waist, which pushed her breasts into my chest. “Mm, I love it when you go all caveman. You don’t even know what it makes me want to do to you.”

“Come on, trouble-maker. Let’s go dance and get this over with.”

We wove our way back to the main room, the dark, writhing space having a much safer feel than the brightness in the kitchen. When there was a slight opening among the people who were dancing, Adele turned to me, and smoothed her hands up my chest until she gripped the back of my neck. I fit one leg in between hers, and we started to move.

Beyoncé sang to a faster beat than we moved to, we were setting our own pace, grinding against each other, her hands tightening in my hair when I’d use my hands to tilt her hips harder into my own.

I wanted to rip my mask off and claim her mouth. The way she looking up at me, she was fucking me with her eyes. And I’d seen that look on her before, the very first night we were together. The way our bodies moved, not even cognizant of the beat, just moved together to something that no one else could hear.

It was raw attraction. An unfettered, clawing lust that I’d never experienced in my entire life. I ripped her arms from around my neck and turned her around so that her ass pressed against me. She pushed into me even further, making slow circles with her hips, driving me absolutely fucking insane. My arms were wrapped so tightly around her, one just under the curve of her breasts, and one lower, so I could push my hand down on her pelvis.

The skin under the mask was so hot, like I’d covered it with the sun, instead of some cheap metal. I couldn’t take it. My hands itched to work under her skirt and into her underwear, feel how wet she was for me.

So I grabbed her hand and yanked her behind me, weaving through the increasingly drunk crowds until I found a door that would take us out. There were more people outside, laughing maniacally and speaking so much more loudly than the situation demanded. I took a sharp curve around the building and followed the red brick until I turned again, this time going around the perimeter of the next house.

I could hear the clicking of Adele’s heels behind me, but I didn’t look. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I’d take her right there. Not giving one shit if anyone could see us. When we reached the side of the house far opposite of the frat, the sounds of the party were muffled. The thin, dark alley was completely covered in shadow.

My blood was boiling in my veins, the thrill of no one knowing who I was, of holding her in my arms and practically fucking her on that dance floor was heady and thick.

I pushed her up against the brick wall and ripped my mask off. We kissed like we were lighting ourselves on fire, moaning and groaning and grabbing at anything we could reach. My hand into her top, palming her breast roughly, her fingers around my still-covered dick, a tight vise that didn’t feel nearly as good as her pussy would.

There were voices close enough that I could differentiate men and women, but not hear what they were saying. I felt invincible.