Page 31 of Ice-Cold Obsession

I cross the room toward her before I even realize I’m moving.

“Hey,” I say when I reach her.

She turns and smiles. “Hey.”

“You made it.”

“I said I would.”

I can’t stop staring at her. The dress clings to her in all the right places, and her confidence makes it impossible to look away. It’s so different from her sweet, innocent image when I met her, and this one somehow suits her better.

“Do you want a drink?” I ask.

“Sure.”

I lead her to the kitchen and grab her a beer, then we drift back into the main room where people are dancing. She sways slightly, her body already moving to the rhythm.

“Dance with me,” she says.

I nod and follow her into the crowd. She turns to face me, and I step closer. Her hands end up on my shoulders, and I rest mine on her waist.

She moves against me, and I can feel every inch of her through the thin fabric of her dress. She’s doing it on purpose. Her fingers touch my chest and trail down to my stomach, then back up again. When she looks up at me, she bites down on her lip. Her body presses closer against mine.

My hands tighten on her waist as she grins up at me, her eyes dark and teasing.

“Having fun?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

She runs her hands up my chest and around my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. I lean down, my mouth close to her ear.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private,” I say.

She pulls back slightly and glances down. Her gaze lowers to the obvious bulge in my pants, and her grin widens.

“Not yet,” she says. “Wait a little longer. Then we can go back to your dorm.”

I groan. “You’re killing me.”

“Good.” A smile stretches across her lips.

She turns around and presses her back against my chest, moving her hips in a way that makes me lose my mind. I grip her waist and pull her closer, and she leans her head back against my shoulder.

I can barely think straight anymore. My heart is thudding, and every nerve in my body is on fire.

And I love the way she’s in control, making me wait, and looking at me like she knows exactly what I’m thinking.

The song changes, and she spins back around to face me. Her hands slide up my chest again, and she looks up at me through her lashes.

“One more song,” she says.

“Okay,” I breathe.

But I don’t know how much longer I can take this, because need is spreading through me like a relentless wave.

What the fuck is she doing to me?

Chapter 18