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  Becca moves to throw her bottle of water away, breaking me from my inner thoughts. As she walks back to where I'm standing, I see her take another glance at the bartender. She definitely has the eye for a certain man tonight. As Becca turns away, I watch her give him a sexy, unabashed smile. With twinkling eyes, she looks over her shoulder to flirt and turns her head slightly to expose her neck. She is such a fucking tease! Becca is gorgeous with her natural loose curls framing her face. Her large, dark eyes sparkle with so much life. Most of us would die for a rocking body like hers, and she carries herself with such confidence. We've been best friends since elementary school so I know that she has one of the biggest hearts and is a total catch for any guy.

  Becca tries to talk over the music and says what sounds like, "Lacey, come on. It’s time to get back out there," while pulling me onto the dance floor.

  "Okay!" I yell back smiling.

  I feel like I can breathe again as soon as I plant my feet on the dance floor and begin to get lost in my bubble. Bodies are everywhere, invading my personal space. Moving my arms fluidly towards the ceiling, I allow my shoulders and hips to pump to the beat. God, I love this feeling... "Whoa!" I yell, startled by the break of my bubble. I cannot stand it when guys think they can just grab your hips as an invitation to start dancing with them. Hello? As if!

  Turning around to push off the jerk wad who is trying to feel me up, I stop dead in my tracks. I've never seen him before. His gaze is soft and sexy as hell, allowing me to drink in his features: dark, gorgeous hair with matching thick brows, heavy dreamy eyes, and long narrow nose.

  Holy shit, this guy is every girl’s fantasy come true! He’s sporting a tight, faded, blue t-shirt that shows off his defined muscles. Paired with it are dark jeans slung below his trim waist and boots that finish the look. He’s fucking sex on a stick.

  I cannot take my eyes off him. His amber eyes, surrounded by thick eyelashes, are staring into mine. Damn, he has bedroom eyes. He slowly begins to move closer, allowing our bodies to slightly touch while a smile plays on his lips. Oh those lips! He has perfectly plump, kissable lips that I want to taste... What? Lacey stop! Holy shit, he wants to dance with me.

  After what feels like hours, days, weeks, or months, he puts his hand on my hip to pull me in and remove the remaining space separating us. I gasp at the shot of electricity that runs through my body. We begin to move. Our eyes lock on one another. I can feel the strong, emotional desire in his firm stare. It takes everything I have in me to blink. His grip is powerful, and when he takes control of our movements, I feel as though I'm spiraling into an abyss.

  I've never experienced such an intense emotion of wanting before. Oh my God, can he move! My mouth goes dry, and my heart races. We move together in unhindered beauty and harmony. He suddenly runs the back of his fingers down my cheek causing my lips to part. My chest is heavy. I reach up and place my hands on his upper arms to steady myself. Oh my, his arms are big! Thinking about what Mr. Dreamy can do with those arms causes me to catch my breath. He moves his thumb along my bottom lip. The simple touch makes me close my eyes for a moment and I allow myself to feel the passion. I’m numb to the crowd and activity surrounding us. His gaze moves to my lips as he licks his perfect mouth. My blood is pumping fast and quickly heading to the pit of my stomach.

  Mr. Dreamy captures me in his trance as he lowers his head. Oh my God, he's going to kiss me! His lips are soft, only gently brushing mine. Even though he was gentle, we are both out of breath from one brief kiss filled with so much anticipation. We rest our foreheads together, staring into each other's eyes. We've yet to speak as our bodies imply the unspoken words, conveying pleasure, surprise, desire, and an unmistakable need. He brings his hand around to the small of my back, intensifying the electricity running through my body. The moment is stimulating. He moves his other hand to the back of my neck, reaching under the length of my hair and pulling my head forward. I lean, in accepting his invitation. He probes my bottom lip with his tongue, requesting entrance. My body gives up all conscious thoughts and I let him in. His tongue slowly slides in to meet mine. Our tongues dance, and I think my legs are going to fail me. Oh my, he can kiss too! I have no idea what happened to the good Lacey. Desire has taken over, and I am no longer responsible for what is happening. Oh dear God! I need to get myself together before I have my way with him on the dance floor. I don't know this guy, but there is definitely a physical attraction. Oh...

  Mr. Dreamy twirls my body around so that my back is against his chest. He places one of his hands on my lower stomach, shooting flames through me with his touch. His other hand takes mine, lifting it to wrap around his head. Oh my God! I can feel his excitement against my backside. His fingers slowly skim their way down my arm, proceeding to the side of my body and upper thigh, finally coming back up to rest on my hip. His shoulder supports my head, allowing me the opportunity to look up at him. I can see the intense need pooling in his dancing eyes. I think I've lost all inhibitions as the tingles increase on my stomach where his fingers touch. Our legs tangle and we grind into one another as if we cannot get close enough. We have disappeared into our own ecstasy. When the song ends, I try to step away, attempting to regain my composure. I turn around to look up at him through my eyelashes. We still haven't spoken words. Suddenly he grabs my arm and pulls me into him with a hint of a smile tickling the corners of his mouth. Oh, how I love those lips! He brings his hands up to cup my cheeks and leans in to softly whisper in my ear, "Please say you'll come home with me tonight." The passion in his voice is deep and strong. The stimulating stubble covering his jaw is deliciously pleasurable against my face, filling me with more erotic thoughts. What? Oh my God, did he just ask me to go home with him? I don't even know this guy, but when I look into his eyes, I feel as if I've known him for years. There is something awfully familiar and comforting in his stare. He gives me butterflies in my stomach; I’m definitely feeling an intense infatuation and desire to have more of him as if I’m high on a drug. I need to step away so that I can think clearly. All rational thoughts have left me while in his embrace. He doesn't loosen his hold on me. He has completely seduced me into a pool of mush on a very public dance floor. I nod, wondering if I can even walk by myself. Wait, what did I just do? Holy Mary Mother of God, I'm going to hell!

  He motions with his head for us to move off the dance floor. I catch sight of Becca and hmm... Who is this hunk she is dancing with? This is not Mr. Hot Cheeks Bartender. This fella has messy blond hair that begs you to run your fingers through it. I can see his hands are large and wrapped around Becca, leading their movements. The flickering lights of the dance floor make it difficult for me to see more of him. I’m curious to find out what exactly is going on here. Becca notices me leaving the dance floor with Mr. Swoon-Worthy and gives me a playful look. I assure her with a nod and softly smile, trying not to give away how blown away I am. She will be drilling me for sure on our way home. Wait! Oh dear. I didn't say I would go home with him; I merely nodded. Maybe I can tell him some other time now that I can think with my brain and not my hormones. I drove Becca here. I can’t abandon her. OH. MY. GOD. She is going to kill me!

  He grabs my hand, pulling me in closer to talk against my ear and pressing our bodies together. "Hey beautiful, my name is Caine Rogers. What’s yours?" Oh my. The heat of his breath sends a shiver down my spine. I'm sure he didn't miss the effect his mouth so close to my ear has on me.

  Swallowing hard, I manage to say, "Lacey." Oh my God, don't tell him your last name; don't do it. He could look you up and kill you in the middle of the night! Oh for God's sakes, I need to leave. I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts.

  He leans in. "Nice to meet you Lacey." His breath is searing, and it's doing some naughty things to my body. "You can really dance."

  Excuse me; oh no, no, no you must be mistaken, Mister Sex on Legs. "Thanks, you have some nice moves yourself," I reply. Hopefully the music drowns out my voice cracking. Ugh, my body has deceived me. Thankf
ully, Becca returns with two bottles of water. Oh, wait a minute. Who is that guy following behind her, carrying two as well? As Becca hands me one, I realize the guy is the one that she was dancing with. He hands Caine a bottle and Caine nods in acknowledgement. What? Looking between them, it clicks they know each other. They probably came here together.

  I excuse myself from Caine's embrace and give Becca a look so that she will follow me to the restroom. Pushing through the throng of people, we finally get to the entrance. Once inside, Becca and I can talk without screaming over the music. I need to talk to her about what just...

  "Lacey, what the hell was that back there?" She barks at me.

  "What do you mean?" I ask innocently, averting my eyes from her.

  "You know very well what I mean. I saw you two practically fuck on the dance floor," she shouts wrinkling her eyebrows. I know she's concerned since I don't know this guy. Oh dear Lord. I haven't told her I’m considering going home with him yet. When I do, she’s going to go postal on me.

  I roll my eyes. "Becca, we were nowhere close to mating on the dance floor! I can’t believe you would say that. I just got lost in the music. I really like this guy. He feels really good..."

  "I bet he feels good!" she sarcastically interrupts, cutting me off while placing a hand on her hip in exasperation.

  "Becca, it’s not like that. I mean I feel like I have some sort of connection with him. I don't know how to explain it. It makes me want to get to know him better. In fact, he wants me to spend the night with him, and I’m thinking about accepting his offer." My insides cringe as I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.

  I had no idea Becca's eyes could pop out of her head this much. "What the fuck? Are you shitting me? Have you lost your damn mind?” She throws her hands up in the air. “Lacey, you don't know him! You cannot go with him!" she yells and shakes her head in disbelief. Ugh, she can be such the mother hen. “You are acting like a dirty bird!”

  I gasp. "I am not a slut Becca! And who is that you were dancing with?" I ask, trying to distract her while walking over to the mirror to fix my makeup. Attempting to cool off, I run a wet paper towel under my hairline along my neck.

  "Don't you dare turn this around and play your little ‘distract attack’ games with me. You will not sidetrack me with questions about who I was dancing with. I’m not the one who is planning on going home with someone she doesn’t know,” she says, enraged. “I know for a fact you aren’t a dirty bird; that’s why I don’t understand. I don't know if you should do this Lacey. What if he turns out to be a bad guy? And you are still holding onto something. Are you telling me that you’re willing to give that to some stranger?" She shakes her head in skepticism. "I don’t like this." She begins to calm herself.

  "Seriously Becca, it's okay. Please. Please do this for me. You can drive my car to your house and I'll text you once we get to wherever we are going and again in the morning." I pause. "By the way, do you think you could pick me up in the morning?" I turn to grin at her while lifting my eyebrows up and down in a playful manner, hoping she'll lighten up a little.

  "Fine. But only if you're sure." She shrugs. "So, what do you think about his friend?" Her face is beaming. "His name is Lucas, and he’s in the Navy." I wonder how much she knows about Lucas, considering the only thing I know about Caine is his name. Then again, I was a little preoccupied, and using body language to speak, rather than asking questions. Becca must be a little more coherent than I am.

  "He's definitely easy on the eyes," I reply, smiling in the mirror at her. "Did you get his phone number?"

  "Hell yeah, I got his number!" she says confidently, whipping her head around with attitude, causing me to throw my head back and chuckle.

  "It appears as though he enjoyed your moves on the dance floor, yes?" I raise an eyebrow and continue, "I'm sure they will be permanently etched in his memory."

  "Are you serious? I'm not the one who was dry humping in front of everyone." Looking back at her reflection, she says, "But he wasn’t complaining." And I catch the smug smile on her face.

  I roll my eyes again. "Whatever. So are you going to be leaving when I do? I’m not ready to go just yet, but I will if you are. And, most importantly, I don't want you to walk to the car by yourself."

  "Yeah, let me talk and maybe get one last dance in with Lucas, and then we can go. Do you know where he’s taking you?" she asks, wiping the sweat off her neck with a wet paper towel.

  "Um, he said home with him. Doesn’t that mean back to his place?”

  “I don’t know. You need to clear that up before you step foot in his car. Okay?”

  “All right love, let's go see the boys." I wink at her, opening the door.

  Caine’s eyes are gleaming when they meet mine, and Lucas' face perks up at the sight of Becca as we walk back to where we left them.

  Caine's deep, hot voice fills my ear asking, "Is everything okay?" Oh heavens, my legs are wobbly, and the fluttery feeling in my stomach is back. If his voice does this to me, I wonder what... No way, I'm a good girl. I won't go there.

  "I don't want Becca walking to the car by herself tonight. She wants to stay here for a little bit longer with Lucas. You wanna dance?" I ask, glancing up at him.

  He grabs my waist, bridging the gap between us, and answers, "Definitely!"

  We move toward the dance floor, and I grab his hand to maneuver us through the sea of bodies until we reach a good spot. He links our hands and guides them over my head straight into the air. Our eyes meet once again. Abandoning my hands, he slowly rubs his fingers down my arms, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from me. I lower my arms to rest on his shoulders and bend my head back enjoying the sensation. He pushes his hips into mine, and my nerve endings begin to tingle. I find his scent intoxicating. My body is startled when he grabs my leg to hike it around his waist, pressing his hardness into me. Oh my! Where did he learn these dirty dance moves? His lips find my jaw; sliding out his tongue, he outlines the curve leading up to the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I shudder. I can feel him smile against my neck. Dropping my leg, he shifts me so I am once again dancing with my back to him. He lurches me forward at the waist, grinding my rear into his excitement. A second later, he pulls my body back. In time with the music, he pushes my chest out, breaking any and all rules of etiquette. Wow! This guy takes dancing seriously!

  I wonder how often he goes out dancing and picks up girls. Hmm... Maybe I should rethink this. He must sense my distracted thoughts. Caine spins me around and whispers in my ear, "Where did you go Lacey?"

  "Huh? Er... Nowhere. I was just enjoying the moment." I think that answer satisfies him. I look into his eyes and notice they are sparkling brighter. He brings his hands up to cup my face while bringing his lips down to mine in a sweet, soft kiss. He manipulates my hips with his as he slides his tongue between my lips wanting another taste. I accept the invite and the kiss deepens, effectively blocking out the world again.

  A couple of songs later and I can tell Caine is ready to leave. There has been so much foreplay going on between us on the dance floor, I’m surprised neither of us exploded from our heated engagement. For a moment, I feel bad for our dancing neighbors having to witness the sexual charge between us. On second thought, they’re probably hoping for the same thing to happen to them.

  "Are you ready?" Caine's hot breath brushes my ear as he asks.

  Nodding, I leave the floor to find Becca. I find her with Lucas, and they're playing tonsil tennis. Hmm... I walk up and gently nudge them, startling her and breaking their kiss. Ha! She is breathless and puts her hand to her mouth. I cannot wait to lay on the guilt about how she reacted to Caine and me earlier.

  "We’re ready to head out if that’s okay with you," I yell over the music.

  Lucas pipes up. "That's fine. She's going to give me a ride home since Caine here has other plans," he says smirking at Caine. With a look, they exchange some sort of guy language, probably giving each other mental high-fives.

  I gl
ance over at Becca to make sure she is okay with this. She smiles from ear to ear and nods in agreement. Yep, I need to have a word with her.