I shrug off my jacket and roll up my sleeves until they’re halfway up my forearms. Raegan watches me as I make my way through the crowd. Anticipation dances in her eyes and I can tell she wants me as much as I want her.

Tonight, I’m letting go of the past. I’m dropping the pain and heartache like an anchor, and I’m abandoning ship.

Everything’s about to change.

I slide behind Raegan and wrap my arms around her waist. She pushes her ass against me and moves her hips to the beat.

“Your friends are watching us,” I whisper in her ear.

“So are yours.”

“Guess we’d better give them a good show then.”

Her cheeks flush, but her arms lift, weaving her fingers through my hair. She lays her head back onto my chest exposing her neck. I graze my lips against her silky skin and her grip on my hair tightens. She smells like a Caribbean vacation, coconut and pineapple.

We’re swaying much slower than the music, oblivious in our own private bubble. Raegan tilts her head up and spears me with those green eyes—not a bright, emerald green, but a deeper, muted green. Like a forest. A forest where I could lie in the grass and lose myself for hours.

Her lips part and she pulls me down to them. When we kiss, it’s as if the power in the room goes out. Everything’s dark and all I can focus on is the way Raegan’s luscious lips feel on mine, the warmth of her tongue dipping into my mouth.

Ever wonder what a man thinks about while kissing a woman? The way his dick will feel inside her mouth. Judging by the way Raegan’s kissing me, I might be in for a treat. But I won’t make the first move. If Raegan wants to come home with me, she’ll have to let me know.

She pulls away, panting. “Let’s get out of here.”

And there it is.

I wait while she tells her friends. Then, taking her hand in mine, I barrel through the crowd like a freight train that’s gone off the rails. Or at least, I’m moving as fast as I can with the throbbing hard-on in my pants.

When we reach my car outside, I push Raegan against the passenger door and claim her mouth again. She yanks my shirt, pulling the neatly tucked fabric out of my pants, and starts unbuttoning it. We’re a frenzy of lips and hands searching for skin, like we’ll die if we don’t touch each other.

“Get in,” I say.