Page 89 of Bad Influence
He takes the bottle from my hand, but he doesn’t drink it. Instead, he sits down on the table. His arm remains wrapped around my waist.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. With a grin I add, “Did you miss me?”
Even in my drunken state, I remember exactly what he said. I can’t help thinking that if he’s the one trapping me, I wouldn’t mind being trapped. I can be the queen of my own decisions without him feeling insecure.
“Are you having fun?” He asks, instead of answering my question.
“I am. I’ve never danced so much in my life,” I say with a giggle. I arch up to kiss his neck, sucking on the skin lightly. He smells good enough to eat. I’m all too aware of his fingerspressing into my waist, his chest rising and falling against mine.
I can’t help sliding a hand under his shirt and feeling his warm skin.
“Come dance with me,” I say.
“Absolutely not, let’s go ho?—”
I don’t hear the rest of what he says because I drag him onto the dance floor and his words are swallowed by the rhythm of the music. Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I press my body against his.
One of my favorite things about Killian is quickly turning out to be the fact that he doesn’t hesitate to put his hands on my body. If his words aren’t enough of a confirmation, his actions tell me how much he wants me. It’s not an experience I’ve ever had before.
I don’t doubt that Killian wantsmeas much as he wants my body. He listens to me talk about my doubts and fears almost as eagerly as his hands trail over me.
His hands grip my hips as we move to the rhythm of the music. Grabbing his shirt collar, I pull him down until our mouths meet. I don’t kiss him, just breathe the same air as him.
“Caroline,” he growls.
My name in his gruff voice vibrates through me. My breasts grow heavy, pulse pounding between my legs and I rub my thighs together to create some friction. Killian squeezes my waist, fingers digging into my flesh.
“Killian, please,” I whisper in his ear. I’m not sure if he can hear me over the sound of the music, but he does.
“Please what, butterfly? Please make you come?”
I can’t see his eyes in the darkness of the club, but I can feel his heated gaze on me.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
I’ve never been so aching and desperate in my life. I feel like if he doesn’t make me come, I’m going to pass out, which might be the alcohol talking.
“Not here, baby,” he says. “You’re all mine and I’m never going to let anyone watch as you come for me.”
I whimper with need. I’m not sure I can make it all the way home.
“Come home with me now and I’ll make you come before I put you to bed,” he whispers his dark promise in my ear.
I don’t want to leave, but I give into his seduction. Once he finds Eve and Lilith and tells them we’re leaving, he keeps a hold of my hand as we walk out of the club. Eve and Lilith didn’t want to come with us.
The fresh air outside cools my heated skin, and I finally feel like I can breathe and think straight. It’s rained since we were inside and the scent of petrichor hangs in the air.
I’ll lean back into Killian as he stands behind me and hails a cab.
“This was the best night,” I say. “I haven’t had so much fun in a long time, maybe ever.”
When the cab stops in front of us, Killian ushers me inside before getting in behind me and closing the door. He keeps an arm wrapped around my shoulders and I snuggle in next to him because apparently, I’m a needy drunk. I need to touch him, I need him to touch me, and I need there to be zero distance between us.
The only reason I’m not undressing him is because he’s keeping a hold of my hands, which is incredibly unfair.
“Can you open your shirt just a little?” I whisper. With the way the cab driver glances in the mirror, I doubt my whisper was quiet.
“Not right now, I can’t,” Killian says in amusement.
