Page 71 of Wicked Dares
As the club owner, he’s probably well known, but we’ve been the talk of the city today.
I knew we’d be in the papers after that very public kiss last night, but it was madness. That picture of us was everywhere it could be.
Alexis lost her mind when she saw it and started talking about how perfect we looked together and how we’d make beautiful babies. It was as if she forgot Levi and I are in a fake relationship.
We reach the center of the dance floor, where the music is louder, heavier, alive.
The beat drops, and he pulls me in close.
I know he can dance because of last night, but that was slow, formal dancing where you sway to the music and enjoy the melody. This is a night club with sexy music. The dancing here is just a step away from mating.
My breath catches as my body collides with his and he grips my waist, anchoring me to him.
The heat of him goes through my dress straight to my skin. The lights wash red across his jaw and turn his eyes into something I shouldn’t look at for too long. Around us, bodies are pressed close, sweating, laughing, lost in the music, and I feel hidden by all of it. Like the whole club is permission to be free.
“Dance the way you did that first night.” His lips brush my ear, the words barely audible over the music.
His hand tightens just slightly, guiding me into the rhythm, and… I let him.
At first, we move together in a tentative sway, but then the music sinks in and we’re dancing.
My hips move with the rhythm, closer to his. His grip adjusts, sliding just enough to keep me exactly where he wants me.
His gaze roams over my face, and the look in his eyes sends heat curling through my stomach.
“You’re holding back,” he mutters, voice rougher now.
“I’m not.” We both know it’s a lie.
A corner of his mouth lifts. “Then I want everything.”
The challenge lands between us, electric and fiery.
Something in me snaps and I step in closer, closing the lastinchof space between us. My hands slide up his chest, feeling the solid line of him beneath my palms as I move against him properly now, without hesitation, without distance.
His reaction is immediate. His skin feels taut and his fingers press deeper into my hips.
We move together, in sync in a way that feels far too natural and intimate. We don’t look that much different from the other couples on the floor who look like they need a room.
My hair brushes his jaw as I turn when he twirls me around, then he guides me back into him, my back to his chest this time.
“Good girl.” He’s back in my ear. “You needed this.”
I tilt my head slightly, just enough to glance at him over my shoulder. “Maybe.”
His fingers flex at my waist. “Careful, Butterfly. I may think you like me.”
He knows I do. Or we wouldn’t be here.
I turn back to face him, my pulse racing, the music crashing around us in a wild beat.
When the song shifts, becoming slower, we continue dancing, our bodies close and eyes locked, like neither of us is ready to break whatever this is yet.
We’re out there for more than an hour, enjoying the music and each other.
When things come to a natural pause, Levi leads me off the floor and we go up to a private lounge with a similar décor to the rooftop terrace. I got nervous when we stepped in the elevator, thinking he was going to take me back to the roof.
This is a different setting, but I’m not sure it’s safer for the raging attraction between us.
