Tamed By You (Always & Forever #2)

10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Ali

His spicy scent swirls around me, making me lightheaded, causing my eyes to flutter. My tongue feels like cotton in my mouth and I’m unable to swallow. I just stare up at Harry, who is straddling my lap in front of all our friends.

What the fuck?

I shake my head, willing myself to get it together. “You wish,” I bite back.

Pulling his shirt free from his pants, he proceeds to unbutton it, agonizingly slowly. I watch as his fingers work the buttons. Finally reaching the last one, he peels his shirt from his body, tossing it to the side, revealing his toned abs and tattoos. His muscles flex and I think I stop breathing for a quick minute.

More cheers echo around us, the music changes, and with it my heart rate. My gaze trails down, the urge to lick his body unbearable. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache that’s formed between them. My temperature rises at a concerning rate as he braces his hands on either side of my head on the back of the couch, caging me in.

He leans down, his hot breath fanning over my skin, and whispers, “Get ready, Ali, baby.”

Taking my hands, he places them on his ass and begins to roll his body in a way that would put Channing Tatum to shame.

I squeeze his cheeks as he grinds on my lap, his hard length rubbing against me. I fight the urge to open my legs and invite him in, because holy shit, this is hot.

On instinct, my hips start to roll, and I watch as he grins.

Damn, my traitorous body. What is it about him that makes my body react this way? I’m so turned on I fear I’m about to slide off the damn seat.

Taking my wrists, he places them on his chest, smoothing them down his perfectly sculpted abs as he continues to body roll. His hips thrust into my lap, perfectly timed with the sensual beat of the music in the club.

He brings his mouth dangerously close to mine. I'm convinced, for just a second, he's going to kiss me, but instead, he goes to my neck and presses a soft kiss to my pulse point, then drags his hot tongue up my neck, peppering kisses to my jaw, grazing my earlobe, igniting a fire right in my core. His hand slides into my hair. “I've licked you, so you’re mine.”

I gasp in shock… or is it pleasure? Who the fuck knows at this point? I feel dizzy with need for this man. I lean my forehead against his bare chest, but then suddenly, he climbs off me. My head falls forward as a woosh of air leaves my lungs as my vision blurs for a second. Gabby and Ria come over squealing.

“Holy shit, who knew Harry could move like that,” Gabby shrieks pulling me up.

Me, I did, and he fucks just as good too.

I smooth out my hair, my mouth drier than a graham cracker. Reaching for a glass of I don't know what, but I don't care at this point, I down the contents of the glass.

With his shirt now back on like nothing happened, Harry turns to face me with a shit-eating grin plastered on his ridiculously gorgeous face. “You are welcome, Ali Cat. No need to thank me. Those flushed cheeks are all the acknowledgment I need to confirm I just got you nice and flustered.”

“Flustered, try distressed. I’m going to need a tetanus shot, because god only knows where your tongue has been,” I say turning up my nose. Thankfully everyone else has gone back to chatting or dancing amongst themselves and not paying attention to our exchange.

“We both know exactly where my tongue has been.” His gaze lowers to my legs, before moving slowly all the way up my body to my eyes.

I swallow the lump that's just formed in my throat, my heart hammering against my rib cage at the memory of him between my legs. And then the bastard winks at me again in that cocky way only Harry Walker seems to be able to do, affecting me in ways I shouldn't let him.

The games continue for the next hour. Kate has to get a guy’s number; Harley has to swap an item of clothing with a stranger and comes back wearing a random man's shirt as a dress. Ria got the card that said she couldn't say no for the next hour, so Jack saw that as his golden opportunity to whisk her away and do, well, I'd rather not know.

Harry has avoided me since the lap dance, likely scared I’ll slap the taste out of his mouth again like I did with the hurricane shot. I'd be lying if that slap earlier didn't feel hella good, but his lap dance was hot as hell, and being that close to him again, his body brushing against mine, it’s brought back memories of our night together at Jack and Ria’s engagement party. I’ve been with a couple of guys since and no one has compared. I am so worked up that I need to find some sort of release that doesn't involve him, because I can’t go there again.

We’re currently on the dance floor. We've danced for so long that my feet have gone numb, and I've ended up on the podium more times than should be considered acceptable, but hey, when in Vegas, right?

“Oh, my god, I want to move to Vegas,” Gabby yells, falling into me, giggling. The music changes and a remix of Pony and Toxic plays and the crowd goes wild.

The strobe lighting makes it difficult to make out faces, but I feel a pair of hands slink around my waist and hips grind into me from behind. Call it a hunch, but I know who it is, and against my better judgment, I don't stop it.

His face nestles into the side of my neck, a familiar, spicy scent invading my nose, and I lean into it. Our hips are moving as one, and a throbbing ache forms between my legs. He moves me back slightly, so we aren’t in full few of our friends and a hand wraps around the front of my neck, squeezing slightly in a way only Harry does. Turning my head, his lips are on mine for the briefest of moments, as I press my ass into his semi-hard dick, as he groans.

It’s fast and rough and before it’s barely begun, the kiss is broken, and I'm pushed forward stumbling slightly. Blinking rapidly, I look round to find Harry, but he's gone.

Did I just imagine that? Am I so drunk I am hallucinating?

“Ali, babe, you okay?” Ria shouts from where she’s standing with Jack, her brows furrowed with obvious concern for me.

“Err, yeah, I erm, never mind,” I reply. Reaching up, I rub my index over my lips. Someone definitely, just kissed me.

“I’m gonna take this lightweight back to my suite. The guys will make sure you get back okay,” Jack announces.

“You're staying here too?”

“Yeah, we have one of the suites. Harry booked it.”

Of course he did. I have a sneaky suspicion he will be invading my entire weekend.

It’s 4 am by the time we leave the club. Kate and I are barefoot, walking like a pair of toddlers who have just figured out how to take their first steps. Kate and I burst into fits of laughter when she nearly walks into the large statue of Caesar before falling into me.

“Oops, sorry sir,” she slurs, saluting him.

Harley and Mason disappeared a couple of hours ago, like Jack and Ria, and good for them. Someone should be getting laid. I looked around for the hot booth guy, but he was nowhere to be found. But truthfully, that kiss has replayed over and over in my mind.

Brad is cradling a very drunk Gabby in his arms like a bride being carried over the threshold as Harry and Brett follow behind. My arm is draped over Kate’s shoulder, my feet burning from dancing in six-inch heels all night.

We enter the elevator and reach our floor and, of course, our suites are next to each other.

I swear the fucker planned this.

We exit the elevator and Gabby stirs in Brads arms. “Ughhh, I think I’m gonna be sick,” she mumbles into Brad’s chest.

“Oh god, please don’t,” Brad groans, his face contorting as if in pain.

“Quick, get her in the bathroom.” Kate’s panicked voice echoes in the hallway as she swipes her keycard on the panel of our door, opening it and Brad rushes through still clutching Gabby. Poor girl can’t hold her liquor.

Just as I walk through the door behind them, I hear him say my name in a hushed tone.

I turn slowly as I yawn. “I’m not in the mood for your shit right now, H. I’m tired and I need to see to Gabby.”

“Brad’s got her. He loves playing nurse,” he’s quick to say as he walks towards me, his eyes traveling up and down my body. “If you get lonely in that big old bed, I've got room in mine.”

“Never will I be lonely enough to fall into your bed again.”

“If you say so.” He smirks.

“I do say so, so quit your mind games. We aren't doing this again. Never ever. We pinky promised, remember?” I say sternly, poking my pointer finger into his chest.

“If that's going to help you sleep tonight, baby, keep telling yourself that. We did pinky promise, but I know you will be more than willing to break that promise. We both know I'll have you in my bed before the weekend is over.”

Just when I go to reply he steps closer and takes my wrist, walking me back until my body is flush against the wall. Pinning my hand above my head, he presses against me, moving his mouth close to mine I brace myself for him to kiss me. The smell of whisky hits me, making me dizzy.

“And this time, you will be on your back begging me to fuck you.” He steps away, my body falling forward. He turns without a second glance and the door to his suite clicks shut as he disappears inside it and the breath I was holding whooshes from my lungs.

What the hell was that?

I need to get it together, because not a chance am I letting that man win.