Chapter 8 Joel #2
North waited patiently for me to wrap up a couple drink orders, and I set the flower carefully aside so it wouldn’t get crushed.
There was an uncanny stillness to North, only his eyes moving to follow my every movement behind the bar.
Finally, one of the bussing staff stepped in to cover for my break.
It was only 15 minutes, but I would consider this time well spent.
As I rounded the counter and approached him, North seemed to go impossibly more still, and a tingle of excitement zipped through me, my skin erupting in goosebumps. My heart beat faster just being this close to him. It was intoxicating being the subject of his attention.
“Shall we?” I asked, and when he nodded, I reached out and laced our fingers together. A surprised smile stole over his lips as he looked down at where we were joined. He squeezed my hand tighter, and I walked backward toward the dancefloor, not taking my eyes off him for a second.
The music only got louder as we crossed the floor.
The lighting was dimmer here, disguising what people chose to do in the dark.
The gyrating crowd swallowed us up, and the press of bodies was the perfect excuse to get close to him.
I dug my fingers into the front of his shirt and pulled him in until our bodies aligned.
He was just as awkward at dancing as he was at making conversation, but I didn’t mind taking the lead.
I smoothed his shirt down, sliding my palms over his chest, then lower, tracing the ridges of his abs with my fingertips. He shuddered, and when I moved down to his hands, I found them fisted at his sides, like he’d been restraining himself from touching me.
Oh, honey, no restraint needed.
Uncurling his fists, I guided his hands to my hips, urging him to grip on to me as I swayed back and forth to the music.
When he obliged, I moved my arms back up to lace behind his neck, running my fingers through his short hair.
His eyes drifted closed in absolute bliss, and he brought his head down to the crook of my neck, nuzzling at the skin below my ear.
With our bodies pressed together as they were, I could’ve sworn I felt him purr, but it was just the vibration of the music.
We were moving much slower than the other dancers, slower than the pounding music demanded, but it was like our heartbeat had set the pace for us.
We swayed together, and there was no denying the mutual physical attraction.
Both our cocks were rock-hard, and it was nearly impossible to stop myself from grinding against him.
Slick dampened my briefs, and I was about ready to ride his thigh to completion right here on the dancefloor.
I had never been so drawn to someone before.
It was hard to trust something this intense when I hardly knew the man, but… I wanted to.
The song changed, then changed again, but neither of us let go.
We just kept moving to our own rhythm. I lost myself somewhere in the pulsing music.
Maybe it was the crowd or the scorching inferno that was North, but my skin grew damp with sweat.
I was burning up! Everything about North made my heart race.
There was this intense sense of danger that soaked into me every time he was around.
The way he dragged his sharp teeth over the delicate skin of my neck, like it would only take a quick slice to draw blood.
I swore I could feel the line he always seemed so close to crossing.
My hands were in his hair, dragging my nails along his scalp, and his hands roamed from where I’d put them on my hips.
It was like he was searching out bare skin, and while one hand crawled up my back inside my shirt, the other teased at the waistline of my pants, inching his fingertips beneath the hem of my underwear.
Part of me wanted him to do it, to reach inside and feel the evidence of how turned on I was.
My eyes rolled back in my head. Fuck, if I didn’t step back from him, I was at serious risk of coming in my pants, and then I would have to go back to work, wearing that cold, sticky mess for the rest of the night.
I groaned, in need but also in regret. My breaktime was over. I forced myself to take a step back, and when North lifted his head from my neck, he looked thoroughly wrecked, his pupils blown, hair mussed from my fingers. Mm, a sneak peek at what he might look like in bed. In my bed, specifically.
Moving slowly so he had plenty of time to figure out what I was doing, I dipped my fingers into the front pocket of his jeans, searching for his phone.
Nobody could blame me for lingering there longer than necessary, teasing my fingers along the crease of his groin.
I felt his cock pulse, and there was no music in the world loud enough to disguise his moan as he bit down on his lip.
Finally extricating his phone, I held it up to his face to unlock it, then quickly added my number to his contacts. “Call me?” I asked, glad that it was too loud for him to hear the neediness in my voice.
He nodded, and I slid the phone back in his pocket. It was almost physically painful to walk away from him, but I swore I could still feel his eyes on me for the rest of the night. I had a pretty good feeling that he would call.
I’d been burned by plenty of guys before, but for the first time, I actually felt like a guy might be as into me as I was to him.