With Love

Chapter Twenty-Six

This is going to be a long chapter.

**Warning! You may see graphic content in this chapter** If you get super uncomfortable with slightly sexual content, then you can skip this chapter, I promise I won't be offended, lol.

Enjoy.

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With a firm grip on my hand, Finn led me down the stairs and onto the dancefloor. He walked in front of me, taking the brunt of the crowded space, and pushed people out of the way so I didn't have to deal with anyone drunkenly crashing into me. Honestly, I was still recovering from his demanding tone five seconds ago.

Not many people told me what to do and when they did it usually didn't end well for them. But when Finn does it...I practically crumble to pieces.

Elijah danced with a woman, his hands all over her and when she threw her head back, she smiled at her friends who gave her encouraging gestures. We disappeared through a small opening in the crowd until we came across Luca leaning against a wall, a woman pressed up against him practically attacking his neck.

A glance towards the balcony showed Kimberly holding the railing and dancing, her hair flying around her face. Theo sat in one of the booths on the platform above us by the bar. A guy sat next to him, their arms brushing every few seconds as they spoke closely.

We hit the center of the dancefloor and Finn used his grip on my hand to draw me in front of him. The crowd closed in around us, dancing to the track that blasted from the speakers.

Finn glanced at me, an unreadable emotion on his face. I looked at him through my eyelashes expectantly. He dropped my hand and slid his fingers along my waist until he hit my bare back. With one gentle press of his hand, I was flush against his chest, forcing me to look him dead in the eye since we were the same height with my heels.

Slowly. Sensually. He started moving to the beat of the music, letting me move with him. I ran one hand up his chest, taking my sweet time letting my fingers feel around the noticeable ridges there, until it came to rest on his shoulder, holding the back of his neck loosely.

We didn't say a word, content on just moving together. I could feel the base surge through my body from where I stood on the dancefloor and I let the music take everything that happened tonight away.

Here I was, dancing with a gorgeous doctor who wouldn't stop staring at me with an expression on his face that almost had me dragging him into a dark corner.

Sweat started to build up along my skin from the claustrophobic air caused by the other sweaty guests clammed up around us. My other hand ran through the short hair at the nape of his neck, my sharp nails scratching him lightly.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the feeling and I grinned, trying to focus on my hips moving in time with his. He caught my amused gaze and narrowed his eyes, using his free hand to grasp my hip and press me closer to him as if there was any more space between us.

His hard body pressed against mine set off a wave of warmth through me and I visibly had to gulp down a breath of air. He leaned his face closer, resting his cheek against mine, his nose skimming along the space where my neck met my shoulder.

At the first breath of air on my neck, I gasped, instinctively tugging on the back of his neck, keeping him pressed against me as our hips swayed together. I couldn't even focus on the lyrics to the song, all I felt was the beat.

A shock of surprising warmth touched my neck and I nearly melted to the floor. Was that his lips? "Ana," he whispered against my neck and I let out a breathy sound. I couldn't help it.