Page 25 of Wild Mistake
There’s an energy in the club, one you can’t replicate. Under the dim lights, bodies sweat and sway with a sexual charge that can’t be ignored. I sneak glances at Sarah and catch her doing the same to me. We aren’t touching, but it doesn’t matter. I already wanted her, but out here on the dance floor, watching her sway her hips to the music, I’m a goner.
She’s so damn sexy; I don’t think she knows how much. Half the guys in the room are covertly checking her out. If I didn’t send them glares, I’m sure they’d come over and try to buy her a drink.
We dance to so many songs, I lose track. Maeve and Sarah laugh and smile a lot, and Rainer and I take turns buying rounds. My brother leaves our group every couple of songs to hit on different women. Sometimes he returns with a number. Sometimes he steals a kiss. A few times he disappears to do God knows what. I shake my head. He really is a player. He seems happy enough, but it’s not for me. No, thank you.
An Ed Sheeran song pipes through the speakers and people flood the dance floor.
“I don’t know this one,” Sarah shouts over the music.
“Me neither.”
“Follow our lead.” Jackson points at his feet and hips, leading us through the routine. It only takes a few rounds before I recognize the pattern of movements. Without a drink in hand, I have fun with it, grooving to the music.
I lift my gaze to see how Sarah’s getting on. She’s smiling, watching Maeve’s feet as she tries to copy her movements. She gives a little laugh each time she fumbles it. So fucking adorable. Her unfiltered joy does something to me. I want to make her smile like that every damn day. It doesn’t matter that we ended things over eighteen years ago, or that we’ve spent all this time apart. My feelings rush back in, filling every inch of my heart and taking root as if they never left.
I’m so consumed with watching Sarah, I don’t see the next turn coming. She kicks, claps, and spins right into my chest.
My arms band around her, keeping her steady as she catches her balance.
“Sorry,” she breathes out, but it’s entirely my fault. I’m the one who stopped dancing.
I open my mouth to say just that, but get lost in her eyes. My gaze drops to her lips.
I want to kiss her.
I wonder if she tastes the same.
She’s so close.
All it would take is one tiny movement and I could seal my lips over hers.
Would she push me away?
“This isn’t a partner dance!” Jackson yells, a tidal wave of people moving toward us.
Sarah startles, snapping out of the haze we were both caught in. She steps back, out of my arms, and mutters something under her breath that sounds like bathroom, before practically running off the dance floor.
“Smooth,” my brother deadpans, rocking his hips to the music and keeping in line.
“Want me to go?” Maeve says, much more helpful. It would probably be better if she did.
I shake my head. “No. I will.” I’m the one who scared her off. I should fix this. “Be right back.”
“Okay.” Maeve flashes me a worried frown.
Making my way toward the back of the bar is much more difficult now that the place is packed. I’m a big dude and it’s impossible to walk without being jostled around a little. Being crowded in sparks a discomfort in my chest.
“Hey!” some cowboy shouts as our shoulders bump. “Watch it, man!”
The accusation in his tone fuels my irritation. “I’m just walking, man.”
“You think you’re some tough guy.” He steps forward, getting in my face and pushing my chest.
I don’t think I am.I know I am. But this piece of shit isn’t worth my time. “I’m not gonna fight you.” I scoff, doing a poor job of keeping my disgust from my voice.
“Oh? It’s like that?” He shoves at my chest. Hard. “You too good? Pussy!”
That’s enough.
