Chapter 28
TYRELL
Dani seems tense tonight.
I don’t know exactly why. Maybe she’s nervous about us being a couple now or something. I’m not sure. But when the lock clicks on that front door after the last person has left, she gives me an edgy smile before heading for the first set of chairs to start stacking them.
“What can I do to help?” I stand on the other side of the room, watching her carefully. Wondering what I’ve done to put her so on edge.
“Stack chairs with me?” she squeaks. “Or maybe sweep the floor?”
“Where’s the broom at?”
She tells me about the cleaning closet out back, and I dig out the broom, running it around the room while she finishes stacking chairs and wiping down the bar.
Walking through the kitchen, she makes sure that everything is switched off and safe while I close the shutters on the far side of the room.
The last thing to go is the lights.
They snap off, plunging the room into darkness. Other than a soft glow from behind the bar, Offside is shut up for the night.
I can’t even see the stage from here.
“You want me to get the music?” I ask, inching around the tables in a bid to find the sound system.
She doesn’t say anything, and I pause in the middle of the dance space, my lips twitching as a Whitney Houston number comes on. Did she somehow line this one up or something?
Damn, Whitney can sing.
“Dani?” I peer through the darkness, watching her shadowy body move toward me until she’s close enough that I can reach her.
She’s still not talking as “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” floats around us. I forget about the sound system because I love this damn song. Reaching for her arm, I trail my fingers across the smooth skin of her forearm before capturing her hand and pulling her against me.
I don’t know what powers are at play right now, but when she comes willingly, her perfect tits squishing against my chest, I don’t fight it.
I wanna dance with Dani Hill. I want to feel the heat with this girl.
The looks she’s been throwing me tonight have made it clear that she’s wanting the same thing, so I nestle her against my body and start to sway to the beat. It’s a fast, upbeat song, but we’re treating it like a slow dance.
Her fingers trail up my shoulders, then around the back of my neck as she nuzzles her forehead into my neck. She’s so delicate and small against me. My hands feel massive, my clumsy feet too big as I shuffle them around the wooden floor.
The music swells and I close my eyes, concentrating on the feel of her against me. Every point that our bodies are touching seems to radiate with heat—hot spots of energy that burn with this heightened anticipation.
When I arrived here tonight, I had zero intention of doing anything more with her than hanging out… maybe getting a kiss good night. But there’s something going on here. I can feel it. The desire pulsing out of her, the heated looks. She wants me.
Is there a chance I’ll be sleeping with Dani tonight?
Shit, Atlas, please don’t hate me, man.
Squeezing my eyes tighter, I wrestle with a wave of guilt, especially when Dani’s lips caress my neck, then my chin. She’s seeking out my mouth. She wants my lips on hers and… and I can’t resist her.
Maybe I should.
I don’t know.
All I’m certain of is that I can’t deny her a kiss. I can’t deny her fucking anything.
When her lips connect with mine, I tighten my hold around her, lifting her off her feet so our heads are aligned.
She sweeps her tongue into my mouth, her hunger so raw and plain and obvious.
She doesn’t have to say, “I want you.” I can feel the desire within her. I can taste it.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me hard as a steel pole.
The erection grows in my pants, complaining about the confines of these trousers. Thankfully, it’s angled the right way, allowing it to grow without me having to adjust anything. But it still wants out.
“Let me play!” I can practically hear it begging.
But Dani’s my focus right now. She has to lead this thing. I’m not crossing any lines she doesn’t want to.
What we’ve got going here is too precious—too fragile—to mess with.
My heart is beating louder and faster with every swipe of her tongue, and I can feel myself caving, the instinct telling me to just take her right here and now.
The song has shifted. I can’t remember the title, but I know it. I know these lyrics. The band is singing about sweet touches and intoxicating kisses. They’re telling me to pleasure this woman. To make her come.
“Mmmm.” I moan, trailing my hand down her body and gripping her ass. Pulling away, I try to gauge her reaction. Does she want my hand here? Am I reading these signals right?
It’s not like I’m a playboy. Sure, I’ve slept with a few girls in my time, but I’m hardly Casanova. Those girls were begging me. Dani hasn’t said a damn thing.
“Is this okay?” I whisper. “To put my hand here?”
“Uh-huh.” Her voice is breathy as she lunges for my mouth again.
I drink from her, slashing my tongue against hers and running my hand down her leg, hooking my fingers under her knee so she can wrap herself around me.
She moves with me, her hips bucking when she obviously notices my erection.
Her whimper is exquisite, popping into my mouth before she wrenches her lips off mine and blows a shaky breath across my cheek.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes?” She says it like a question, and I have to pull back to check her face.
With the darkness, it’s basically impossible to read her. All we’ve got is words and touch, and I have to know.
“Dani, it’s okay to change your mind. We can stop right now if you want to.”
“I don’t.”
“Are you sure?” I resist the urge to kiss her when she tries to seek out my mouth again. “Dani. You’ve got to be sure.”
She pauses and my heart stutters in my chest, threatening cardiac arrest as I wait her out.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, when all she gives me is a few panting breaths against my cheek.
I’m about to put her down when her legs squeeze around me tighter, her sweet pussy rubbing against my desperate cock.
“My body wants you so bad I can barely contain myself,” she rasps.
“I understand that feeling,” I croak back, my voice all rough and rugged, my hips connecting with hers, grinding against her with enough pressure to make her whimper again. “But what do you want? Because if you’re not ready, I’m gonna need to put you down and step back.”
She tips her hips again, gyrating against my body in a move that nearly blinds me.
Fuck. She’s so hot.
“I can’t stop,” she whispers, her voice taking on an urgent edge. “Please don’t stop. I want this.” Her breath hits my cheek, her fingers digging into the back of my neck. “I want you.”
And then her lips are on me again, claiming my mouth. Her tongue dominates me, taking out every one of my senses.
She’s all that matters.
Pleasuring her.
Making her come.
I’m still not sure if she’s ready for all of me, but I can make this count.
Walking her toward the stage, I fumble through the dark until we’re bumping into the wood.
Glancing toward the door and windows, I check that no one can see us, but it’s so dark in here, I doubt they can.
Behind the bar is lit up, but this stage area is cloaked in darkness and I take advantage, perching her sweet ass on the edge of the stage so my hands can roam more freely.
The first thing to go is her shirt. She whips that off for me, her chest heaving as I press my lips against the curve of her breast.
She tips her head back, groaning when I lick between them. Within seconds, she’s unclasping her bra and throwing it onto the stage before clawing my shirt off as well.
I can’t see her pert tits in all their glory, but I can feel them. They fit into my hands perfectly, and I palm them both, loving the way her nipples respond to my touch, puckering in obvious anticipation.
I don’t make her wait. Her needy desperation is a turn-on and makes it easy to deliver, sucking each nipple in turn before nibbling kisses back up to her neck.
The cross necklace she always wears sticks to her skin as I lick a line past it.
She grips my shoulders, her short nails digging into me when I slide my tongue back into her mouth.
She feels so fucking good, and I’m lost to her mouth, her body. My hands continue to roam, to massage her boobs until they start walking south. Gliding down her salacious curves, I round her ass, giving those perfect cheeks a squeeze while she whimpers against my lips.
“Yes,” she whispers, tipping her head back when I trail my tongue down her body, between her boobs, drawing a line toward her pussy. I dip the tip of my tongue into her belly button before reaching her jeans and slowly releasing the button.
Her breath hitches, and I pause to check once more.
“And you’re sure you wan—”
“Yes!” she groans, her back arching. “Please stop asking stupid questions.”
I snicker, popping the button and slowly lowering the zipper.
She helps me, wiggling them off her hips, and I take those panties as well, my insides jolting with pleasure when I notice how wet they are.
Fuck, this woman is going to undo me.
The second that delicate fabric hits the floor, she spreads her legs, hooking her knee over my shoulder and quietly demanding something I am more than happy to give.
I brush my lips across her quivering inner thigh, then work my way up to her pussy. She lets out a mewling whimper and my dick twitches, wanting in on the action too. But it’s just gonna have to fucking wait.
Dani’s breath catches when I press my tongue against her clit. Her husky moan is all things sexy as I drag the tip down to her opening, and the way her fingers scrape across my scalp when I flatten my tongue against her tells me everything I need to know.
She’s loving this right now, and it’s an honor to deliver for her.
Her heel digs into my back as I continue to work her clit with my tongue. She’s on fire—she is fucking fire—and I’m scorched by the time I slip my fingers into her warm, soft oasis.
Holy shit, she’s perfect.
Her insides clench around me as I glide my fingers back and forth, trying to work her G-spot.
Shit, I hope I have the right place. I keep licking her clit, covering all my bases while she writhes on the stage, her sweet pants and groans blending with the music.
Her body is a symphony, and I will play this tune all fucking night if I can.
“Ahhhh.” Her cry crescendos over us, morphing into a new kind of moan she hasn’t made before.
She’s coming. I can sense the shift in her body. The urgent energy. The way her legs are starting to vibrate.
Another sweet sound punches out of her, and I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them inside her as I work her clit until she starts to buck her hips and weep all over my digits. She’s a hot, slippery mess, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
“Ahhhh!” she cries again, arching her back and surrendering completely to the orgasm ripping through her.
I wish the lights were on so I could see this in all its beauty.
She’s so fucking hot.
And making her come was incredible.
My body wants more, is begging for a taste of her sweet, wet pussy, but I refuse to demand what she’s not ready to give.
Slipping my fingers out of her, I kiss my way back up her body, my knees nearly buckling when she rasps, “Please tell me you’ve got a rubber in your wallet.”