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His eyes drop to my mouth, and he licks his bottom lip.
My mind goes straight to kissing him, and I can think of nothing else. “Why can’t you?”
“Married, remember?”
Reality and disappointment wash over me. “Oh, right.”
His muscular arms wrap around me, drawing me further into his chest. “I’m glad Jackson made you forget I was married, at least.” There’s no mistaking the bitterness in his tone.
“Hedidn’t.”
His brows furrow. “What did?”
“You.” My eyes plead for him to kiss me. Anything.
“Me? Why me?”
He runs his fingers over my bare thigh, his touch the first I’ve had in months.
I take in Ethan’s confused expression. His wife is foolish for letting him go. He’s gorgeous—rough around the edges but gorgeous, no less.
My mind dives further into the gutter, and I wonder if that roughness extends to the bedroom. “You truly don’t know? Is it wrong for me to tell you? Since I can’t show you.”
“Tell me or show me, as long as no one else sees.” His voice drips with longing, his fingers trailing higher up my thigh.
“I find you incredibly attractive.” My face heats. God, that was lame. I lean into the crook of his neck to whisper, and his masculine scent fuels my bravery. “Thinking about kissing you made me lose my thoughts.”
I go to pull away, and his fingers wrap around my throat. His grip is possessive and claiming, letting me know he’s in control. His hand is massive, nearly enveloping my entire neck.
“I’m pretty sure we’re already crossing the line here, Blackwood.”
“Hmm…fuck the line, then.”
The song ends, and the room goes blissfully dark. Soft lips press to mine, and I suck in a sharp breath.
At first, the kiss is gentle and languid, but once our tongues intertwine, it becomes desperate and greedy. His fingers move to grip my jaw, and he deepens the kiss. He tastes of whiskey and cherries, bold and sweet.
He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip with a guttural groan, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
The next song begins, and the lights illuminate the room.
His eyes search mine, pupils blown with raw desire, his lips red and glistening. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says, running his thumb over my cheekbone.
Darkness descends, everything fades away, and his hand on my thigh slides under my skirt. A surge of exhilaration courses through my veins, and my heart thunders. He inches closer to my wet lace panties, and a fiery ache ignites between my legs.
Without thought, my thighs part for him.
“You’re not helping me resist you.” His deep, gravelly voice is heady.
I weave my fingers through his thick hair. “I don’t want you to resist me.”
He traces the edge of my panties, teasingly slow. “You want this?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod, unable to speak, his touch alighting every nerve in my body.
He presses his thumb to my clit through the thin fabric. “Words, baby.”
“Yes.” I grind my ass against his bulging erection.