Page 20 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

I'M ONLY JUST GETTING STARTED, PRINCESS

IMOGEN

When Cam had said he wouldn't judge me for my interests in the bedroom, I hadn't known what to say.

The hostess's appearance had been a welcome chance for me to pull myself away.

I'd already let my guard down more than I'd expected, and knowing that he might not actually run if I told him all the things I've done.

.. Yeah, I'm not ready to entertain what that might mean.

Once Cam pays the bill, he rises from his side of the table and reaches his hand towards me once again.

I never would have thought something as simple as holding hands would freak me out, but it's been so long since I've shared that sort of intimacy with someone.

Holding hands signals affection. It claims that person as yours, while they bury themselves further beneath your skin.

And yet, even with these terrifying thoughts running through my mind, I slide my hand into his and allow him to help me out of the booth.

When I'm standing beside him, he tugs me closer and presses a kiss to my forehead.

The tenderness behind the movement causes a lump to form in my throat, and I take a shaky breath as he leads me out of the restaurant .

I'm so fucking screwed with this man.

With no idea what else he has planned, we walk hand in hand through the open-air mall.

We wait to cross the street, and when he steers us towards one of the big clubs, I'm intrigued.

As we get closer, the sound of Latin music playing reaches us, and when we join the line of people outside, I turn to look at him.

"We're going here?"

"Yep. Annika said you were into Latin dancing, and this place just so happens to be hosting a Latin dance night tonight. She got us the last two tickets available."

My eyes widen as I take everything he just said in.

He has clearly put so much effort into making sure I enjoy myself tonight, which I honestly hadn't expected.

With the way we were intent on arguing last weekend, I figured it would be a cheap dinner before we moved straight on to hate fucking, like he'd joked about.

I lift onto my tip toes to kiss his cheek. He shoots me a smile as I step back.

"So, you approve?"

"I approve. Thank you. Although... Are you going to be okay if I dance with other guys?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Why would you need to dance with other guys?"

I hesitate before responding. "I mean... The steps can be a bit complicated, if you've never done this before?"

He gives me a slow, cheeky grin and pulls me in closer. "While I have no issue watching you dance with other men, I doubt that will be a problem tonight," he says, lowering his mouth to hover next to my ear. "You shouldn't assume anything about me, Imogen Delphine."

A shiver runs through me, though whether it's because of his breath against my skin or the seductive tone in his voice, I honestly wouldn't know.

We make it to the door, and Cam hands his phone over so they can scan our tickets. Once inside, the bass of the fast-paced song rolls through me, and excitement swirls in my belly.

It's been so long since I danced. But after spending years of my life going to several classes a week, my sense memory takes over, and my hips move in time with the music as Cam leads me through the crowd.

I'd expected him to head for the bar, but instead he takes me straight to the dance floor.

Finding a spot amongst the other couples, he turns and grips my hips, yanking me in close.

I gasp as his lips hover over mine, and all it would take is for me to move a fraction of inch, and we'd be kissing.

But he doesn't close the gap, instead guiding me to start moving in time with the music.

And it turns out... Cam can dance.

I lose track of how long we dance as he spins me in circles, dipping me low several times until I'm flushed and breathing heavily from the exertion.

Or maybe it's just from the sexual tension that is ramping up with each passing moment. He teases me, bringing his lips close several times before spinning me away just as I’m about to kiss him. His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of my neck as he pulls me in, but never quite make contact.

My libido has started to scream, and Cam knows it. With each teasing movement, his smirk grows bigger.

"You. Are. Killing. Me," I murmur as he dips me backwards, his hand sliding to my thigh and hitching it up to his hip.

"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.