Sleet Sugar by S.J. Tilly
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
IZZY
I’m usually not one for sober dancing, but it seems that I can enjoy anything when I’m with Zach. The lights are low, and the bodies are crammed in tight, so I’m positive no one will be able to judge my lack of skill. Plus, what we’re doing is more grinding than dancing.
Zach’s turned me so that my back is plastered against his chest. His body radiating heat, infusing his warmth into every inch of me. I have heels on tonight, but in order to align our bodies Zach’s feet are outside of mine, knees slightly bent.
Swaying in tune with the beat, I arch my back, pressing my ass into his extremely hard arousal.
Zach slides his hands down from my waist, gripping my hips, keeping the friction between us.
I hold onto his wrists, not knowing what else to do with my hands, and drop my head back onto his shoulder. Taking the opening, Zach’s lips go straight to my neck. What starts as a simple kiss, turns into a nuzzle, and a scrape of his teeth.
“Zach.”
I’m not sure if I’m saying his name as a warning or a plea. I’m not even sure if he can hear it.
One of his hands lets go of my hip and moves across my stomach. Normally I’d be self-conscious of a guy touching me there, but I’ve never felt sexier.
I keep my grip on his wrist, not to stop him, just to keep contact.
His hand glides upwards until it’s right below my breasts. The hand still on my hip flexes as he presses harder against my ass. A moan rolls through my body. Zach’s the hottest man I’ve ever met and this is a special brand of torture.
Just when I think I can’t take any more of this foreplay, he releases me.
I feel like I’m going to tip over with the sudden loss of his body against mine, but Zach grabs my shoulders, holding me up, and turns me to face him.
The look in his eyes makes my knees weak all over again. We need to get home. Like right now.
“Sugar - " his chest expands with a deep inhale. “Baby, if we do this much longer, I’m going to come in my pants.”
The pained expression on his face, combined with his words, is too much. I brace my hands against his solid chest as I dissolve into a fit of laughter.
Zach watches me with a bemused look before he bends down and speaks into my ear.
“I’m glad you find my predicament so funny. But I bet if I slid my hand up that little dress of yours, I’d find your pretty pink pussy dripping wet. I bet your panties are soaked and your clit is swollen and ready for me. How long would it take, do you think, once I got my lips wrapped around that bundle of nerves, before you came on my face.”
Holy. Freaking. Shit.
Zach pulls back enough to look me right in the eye. “Not long, I’d bet.”
I can feel my mouth hanging open. Just like I can feel the throbbing between my legs at his words.
My mouth snaps closed and I shake my head. Not long indeed.
Taking my hand, Zach starts to lead us off the dance floor. At one point I’d caught glimpses of Meghan’s red hair, but I can’t seem to find her now. I’m not even sure if the other girls are still here. I lost track of time while Zach and I were feeling each other up. All I know is that we were dancing long enough to get me thoroughly sweaty. And thoroughly turned on.
Past the gyrating bodies, we find Jackson, Katelyn and Luke standing near the bar.
Knowing we’re going to head out soon, I tug on Zach’s arm to get his attention. “I’m gonna run to the ladies room. I’ll find you here afterwards and then we can go?” I say it like a question.
“Whatever you want, Sugar.” Zach punctuates his statement with a kiss.
