Kiera sighed at me, a lovesick expression on her face that warmed my entire body, made my stomach tingle with energy. How could she still do that to me? Make me feel like I’d never even held a woman before? It was mystifying…and intoxicating.

She nodded at my suggestion, then let me pull her to her feet. We both stumbled a little; she was farther along than I’d realized. I probably should have removed her from the game sooner. Myself too. I felt pretty light, airy, and uncomplicated. But more than that, I felt electric, overly sensitive to her touch. I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around her.

I navigated us to the center of the packed living room. With the deep thump of the loud music and the sea of bodies around us, it felt like a club in here. But with Kiera’s eyes locked on me as relentlessly as mine were locked on hers, it felt private too, like we were alone. I didn’t really want to “dance” with her though. I wanted to move with her. I melded my body to hers, so every inch of us touched—chest to chest, waist to waist, hip to hip. Her arms looped around my neck, sealing us tight, while my fingers ran over her body in a loop, all the way up, all the way down. It was exquisite torture, a tease of the very best kind. But it wasn’t enough.

I shifted our legs so one of mine was between hers. Kiera sucked in a shaky breath as our moves became a lot more suggestive. It ignited me, and my heart began to race as fire surged through my body. God, I loved moving with her.

We were practically simulating sex as we moved, and even half-drunk my body was responding. Resting my forehead against hers, feeling her fast breath on me, I vaguely wondered how long I could tease myself like this before I broke down and did something. I was already aching, already getting far too hard for such a public place, but damn, I didn’t want it to stop. She was killing me…and I loved it.

I ran my hand up the front of her shirt, stopping right on her breast. Fuck, did she know how hot she was right now? How fast she was pushing me toward the edge of reason? Wishing there were far fewer layers between us, I ran my thumb over her rigid nipple. The soft noise she made…Jesus. I made myself smile at her, when what I really wanted to do was beg her to take me. And in a way, she did.