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“Maybe we could make up for it tonight.” Not able to keep my hands to myself any longer, I reach out and take her drink from her before I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. The connection I remember all too well from last night crackles between us the second our skin touches.

“I’m … um … not sure …”

“I thought you wanted to forget.” My hand wraps around the side of her neck, my fingers twisting in her hair and my thumb brushing her cheek.

“I do. But?—”

“Let me help you,” I interrupt. “I know the perfect way to distract you from whatever it is putting that frown on your pretty face.”

“Corey, I?—”

I lean forward and cut her words off with a brush of my lips. She stills, her breath coming out in a rush and tickling over my face. “Shush. Don’t think. Just feel.”

She nods ever so slightly, and I make my move. My fingers tighten in her hair as I tilt her head to the side and seal my lips over hers. She shudders beneath me, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

My tongue sneaks out to tease her, and her lips part almost immediately, allowing me entry.

The taste of her mixes with the rum and Coke she just had a sip of, and my need for her quadruples.

She turns to me, allowing me to run my other hand up her bare thigh. I push my fingers slightly under the hem of her dress, my addiction to her too much to deny.

Everything around us disappears as her tongue twists with mine, but it hardly satisfies my need, which continues to grow by the second.

“Jesus, Harlow. You’re addictive,” I admit when my lips brush her ear. Her increased breaths rush past mine, and I shiver.

“Corey, I—” She can barely get her words out, she’s breathing so fast, but I help her by cutting her off.

“Dance with me?”

“O-okay.”

I pass her drink back, and she immediately tips it to her lips and drains the lot before reaching for my outstretched hand and allowing me to pull her up and back towards where I first found her.

We pass her friend, who’s grinding up against some guy, having the time of her life, but I pay her little mind. My entire focus is on having this woman pressed up against me again.

I come to a stop in a small bit of space and tug her arm gently, so she has no choice but to step into my body.

She looks up at me, her wide, chestnut eyes staring right into mine. I swear she can see deeper than most, and I’m not sure how that makes me feel. I don’t need anyone seeing into the reality that is my life.

Taking her wrists, I lift her arms so they rest over my shoulders.

Her breasts press against my chest, and I fight the need to growl.

My hands drop to her hips and close any last space between us as we move in time with the music.

Her curves fit the hard planes of my body perfectly, and I can’t help my mind wandering to just how we might move together when we’re naked.

My cock swells in my pants. Fuck, I want this woman something fierce.

Her eyes still hold mine, the hesitation in them from when I first arrived vanished.

I drop my head, my lips brushing over hers gently to see how she’ll respond.

Thankfully, she accepts my kiss. My tongue sweeps into her mouth.

Her taste along with her drink mixes and only adds fuel to my raging fire.

My hands slip around to her arse, and I press my hardening cock against her belly, so she knows exactly what kind of reaction she stirs in me.

“Corey,” she moans as I kiss down her neck, and I damn near lose my shit.

“We should probably either stop or get out of here before I do something that will end with me in a police cell.”

Her shocked eyes find mine, but the small smile on her lips gives me hope that she’s on my wavelength.

She searches my face for a few seconds. I’ve no idea what she’s looking for, but she must be happy with what she finds because she reaches up, her lips brushing my ear, and whispers, “We should probably leave then. You’re no good to me locked up. ”

Fucking hell. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Okay … oh … yeah.” She laughs at my obvious shock, and although it’s the pounding beat of the music that’s filling my ears, the sound of her chuckle hits me right in the chest. “Come on then.” I take her hand once again as we make our way from the dance floor.

She pauses when she catches the eye of her friend. Harlow points to me and then the door—much to Brooke’s delight, if the smile that stretches across her face is anything to go by.

“Where to then?” she asks once we step away from the noise and commotion behind us.

“Uh …” I look up and my eyes land on a fancy looking hotel across the street. “Right here?”

She follows my line of sight. “Sure. It’s probably better than having to spend the night listening to Brooke and whoever she’s pulled.”

With a smile, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me. Her sweet, floral scent fills my nose, and a wave of desire washes through me so strong I worry it might take me to my knees. Hopefully, she’ll be naked by the time that happens.