Hot Holidays

CHAPTER 10: Ellie

CHAPTER 10: Ellie

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Ellie couldn’t take her eyes off Adrian as he walked toward her, maneuvering like a predator through the crowd of swaying people. His lips were tight with anger and his eyes were narrowed. It wouldn’t take much to push him into asshole territory and free her from that stupid bet.

All she had to do was move closer to one of the three guys dancing with her and rub her ass against them. Adrian was already pissed. That’d be enough to make him cause a scene. She backed up a little, her gaze locking with Adrian’s as he approached. His eyes were dark green and intense, heating her blood and making her insides throb. She quit inching toward the sweaty guy behind her and stayed where she was, swaying seductively as she waited for him.

He stopped in front of her, his breathing heavy and his body tense. She braced herself for his anger as he leaned down by her ear. “I can’t dance.”

He had to be kidding. Men like him were good at everything...everything but being faithful.

“Come back to the table with me.” He took her hand.

“No.” She pulled free and continued to dance, letting the music guide her body.

One of the other men, sensing the competition, danced closer, gyrating his hips next to hers. She watched Adrian over the other guy’s shoulder, waiting for the explosion but although his jaw looked like it could crack a boulder, all he did was step up behind her and lean from side to side. His feet moved like he was stomping the earth to put out a fire.

He had to be joking. No one had that little rhythm. She spun around and the nervousness and uncertainty in his eyes told her he wasn’t kidding. The man really could not dance.

She took his hands, placing them on her waist. “Follow my lead.”

The relief on his handsome face made her heart melt but she couldn’t have that, not with him. It’d be too dangerous. However, he was a friend of sorts and she wasn’t a cruel person. The least she could do was to help him not embarrass himself.

She put her hands on his, keeping them in place as she turned, backing closer to him. He swayed with her, a bit clunkily but better than on his own.

He leaned down by her ear, his hands tightening on her waist. “Thank you.”

His hot breath teased her neck and made her shiver. He must’ve noticed, or maybe he didn’t. All she knew for sure was that he pulled her closer until her butt rubbed against him with each motion. She rotated her hips, teasing his rising c**k. It felt big and hard and so good pressed against her ass. She raised her arms over her head, skimming her hands into his thick hair. She was drunk and horny, and she wanted this man.

His hands moved up from her waist, stopping right below her breasts as his lips tickled her neck, making her back arch and her ass grind against his c**k. He pulled her closer and the ache between her legs became almost unbearable. She wanted to stroke herself or better yet, have him do it. She grabbed his hand sliding it down her chest and over her abdomen, stopping on her stomach.

“Should I touch you?”’ His words were a harsh whisper in her ear. “Is that what you want? Here on the dance floor. My hand under your dress. My fingers slipping inside you.” His hand moved to her hip, sliding downward along her thigh until his hot, rough fingers teased along the flesh where her dress stopped. “Answer me. Do you want me to touch you?” He nipped her ear and her hips arched backward, pressing her ass harder against his erection.

She turned her face until her lips were barely a breath away from his. “Yes.”

His hand slid up her leg, moving inward, closer and closer to where she ached. She leaned against him, opening her legs a little as her hips rotated against his d**k. His fingers skimmed across her p***y when someone slammed into them.

“Ellie, Ellie! It’s almost midnight.” Alison grabbed Ellie’s arm, yanking her from Adrian’s grasp. “We have champagne. Come on.” Alison dragged her through the crowd. “Are you crazy?” she asked in a harsh whisper. “What do you think you were doing? You can’t let him feel you up on the dance floor. What’s wrong with you?”

Her friend was right. She’d lost her mind or more accurately drowned it in a gallon of tequila. She stumbled after Alison, glancing back at Adrian through the crowd. He was not a happy man.