Page 20 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #2)

A frisson of excitement rushes through me, and I take another step forward.

Next thing I know, she's pulling up her top and her bra, and she's just lying on the table, tits out, nipples erect.

Erica's jaw is now open. I watch as her date puts the shot between the girl's breasts, then lowers his mouth to it, cups it, and drinks it.

He's laughing as liquid goes all over the girl's breasts, and to my dismay, he starts licking the liquid off her nipples.

She says something, and they both start laughing.

I look over at Erica. She's disgusted. I watch as she walks away, and I think she's about to leave, but instead, she goes to the dance floor.

I stalk over to the side and watch as she raises her hands in the air, closes her eyes, and moves her body to the beat of the music.

She's smiling, and I wonder who she is. Most women would've left in a huff, angry or crying, but she didn't care. She is still enjoying herself.

I watch her skirt swish back and forth. Her skin is gleaming under the bright lights, and I can see a trickle of sweat run down her forehead.

She reaches back behind her and ties up her hair, then continues to dance.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I find myself walking onto the dance floor, and soon, I'm behind her, dancing.

She doesn't look behind. She doesn't see me. She keeps on moving.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and I'm positive she's going to turn back and tell me no, but she doesn't. She continues to dance freely, rubbing her ass against me, wriggling back and forth, and I find myself moving to the beat.

The music changes to a fierce dance number, and she continues to dance.

I find my hands working up the front of her top until they're covering her breasts.

That's when she pauses. She reaches up, grabs my hand, and pulls it down. Then she turns to me.

"What the—" she says, her eyes widening as she takes me in. "Tyler? What are you doing? Why are you here?"

"What? I just happened to be here and wanted to dance," I say. "How’s your date going?" I ask as if I don’t already know.

"Oh... really good. Really, really good. I just wanted to have a break for a second."

I laugh, looking behind me. I see her date making out with the blonde. Her top is all the way off now, and her breasts are crushed against his chest. His arms are down the front of her skirt, and I'm pretty sure that he's fingering her, but I'm not going to say anything to Erica.

"So, you want to continue dancing?" I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and just nods. We continue to dance. The music changes again to an R&B number that's smooth and sexy, and I can feel myself hardening as her ass rubs back and forth against my crotch. I can tell she's breathing heavily, just by the way her chest is heaving.

I'm enjoying this moment. It feels sensual, sexual. It feels like I'm on fire. I run my hands back up her body and along the sides of her breasts. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t pull them away.

I start kissing the side of her neck. She leans back into me slightly, and then I run my fingers up again and squeeze her breasts, rubbing my palms against her nipples. She’s breathing even harder now, and so am I. This is hot. Fucking hot.

And then, because it’s dark and I don’t think anyone is paying attention, I slide my hands down the front of her skirt, over the top of her panties. She stills. I slip my fingers in, down her bare front, between her legs. As I feel her wetness, she gasps.

I want to finger her. I want to, but I stop. I pull my hand out and spin her around. Her eyes are wild. Her hair tendrils are coming loose.

"What are you doing?" she says breathlessly, her gaze fixed on mine, lips trembling.

I kiss her lips for a second, pulling her towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

I whisper in her ear.

"I shouldn’t be here."

"But you are," she says, gazing back at me. "What do you want to do?"

"I don’t know," I say. "Because if I start, Erica... I don’t know that I can stop."

"Maybe I don’t want you to stop." She licks her lips and runs her fingers down the front of my crotch, squeezing. "Maybe I want to get to know you a little bit better."

"Oh," I say, smiling, because I love this side of Erica. It turns me on so much. "If we do this, Erica, then we need a new amendment to the bet."

"What’s the new amendment?" she asks, looking frustrated and annoyed.

"Let’s make an amendment where we just spend some time together.

No pressure. I show you my world of passion and lovemaking and just being loose, and you explore the world you want of meeting your soulmate.

And then, after a couple of weeks or months or whatever—no pressure for it to be any defined time—you can see what you really want.

See if you think you're searching for the impossible or if you like enjoying life and just going with the flow. I don’t know which one it will be, but I’m willing to take this adventure with you. "

"Is that your way of saying you want to sleep with me, Tyler Kane?"

"That’s my way of saying I want to have my wicked way with you. But I don’t want you to think or be under any illusion that this is some fairytale in the sky. This is about one thing," I say, lowering my mouth and sucking on her bottom lip.

She moans slightly. I run my fingers down the side of her back.

"Whatever we agree to, whatever we do, it’s casual. It’s just between you and me. We can’t tell your brother because he’d kill me."

"Oh, I wouldn’t tell him," she says. "And maybe all I want is something casual with you. Maybe this will be exactly what I need to figure it all out."

"So, we have a deal?" I say, staring at her, holding my hand out.

"Oh, we have a deal. But that’s not how I seal my deals," she says, winking. "I like to seal them with a kiss."

And before I know it, her lips are on mine again, my tongue is in her mouth, and we’re kissing passionately.

I’m squeezing her ass, and it feels so juicy and plump that I know I’m not going to be able to stop.

I know that I want Erica, and I don’t care what happens.

I’m just going to live in the moment and hope that this doesn’t all blow up in my face.