Page 48 of Ravage

"Am I, Imogen?" He pulls me upright and brings his lips to my ear so I can hear him over the music. "What is it I'm doing that's got you so worked up?"

I glare up at his stupid handsome face. "Would you just kiss me, already?"

The smirk grows wider, and he leans in close again. I rise onto my tiptoes, anticipating the feel of his lips on mine, but at the last second, he spins me outwards again.

"You are such an arsehole," I grind out when he pulls me back in.

"And you fucking love it."

This continues through several more songs, and by the time he leads me off the dance floor, I'm ready to climb him right there in the middle of all these people. He orders drinks for us both, wrapping his arm around my waist as he stands behind me. Unable to control myself any longer, I grind my arse against him, smiling when I feel him harden slightly.

His grip tightens. "Behave," he murmurs in my ear.

I wriggle again. "What are you going to do about it?"

He nips the skin just below my ear. "I am not fucking you in front of all these people, Imogen."

I lean back against him. "When will you be fucking me then, Cam?"

A cocktail appears in front of my face, and he swirls it to make the ice cubes clink together. "Drink up, Imogen. We've got hours to go yet."

"You are possibly the biggest tease I've ever met," I grumble, snatching the drink from his hand and taking a mouthful, my jaw clenching as I feel his laugh rumble through his chest.

"And I'm only just getting started, princess." He catches my earlobe between his teeth and I moan. "So, drink your drink like a good girl, so I can keep driving you crazy on the dance floor."

Fuck. Me.

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CAN YOU BE QUIET, PRINCESS?

CAM

DrivingImogen crazy seems to be my new favourite kind of foreplay. The more worked up she gets, the easier it is to turn her on. Every breath I ghost over her skin, every near kiss... Each one has her spiralling.

We spend hours on the dance floor, stopping for drinks every so often to take a breather. It's close to midnight by the time I decide I've teased her enough.

Spinning her in close once again, I slide my hand down and squeeze her arse as I bring my lips to her ear.

"Should we get out of here?"

"Oh, fuck yes," she replies, sounding breathless.

I lead her outside, and we get into the first cab we see.

"Your place or mine?" I ask, and she studies my face for a moment.

"Yours is closer."

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I want to know how you know that?"

She smirks. "Probably not."

I shake my head and give the driver my address, sliding my hand up Imogen’s thigh. She moves closer and buckles into the middle seat. I move my hand higher, and she slides her legs apart, biting her lip as she watches my hand drift beneath the hem of her short dress.

I lean closer. "Can you be quiet, princess?"

She flicks a glance towards the driver, who seems oblivious to the tension between us. "Yes," she whispers.