First Dance (Strip in the City, Book 3)

04 • Kissing Kennedy

Lucas

All night, I do my best to act like a friend.

That's what I think Kennedy wants from me.

But she's just pulled me against her, bringing our hips together, and there's no way she can't feel how hard I am for her. I imagine it would freak her out or make her push me away, but she's not moving.

My heartbeat thuds in my ears, and that ache for her starts to build. I search Kennedy's face for a reason to move. I take in the soft look in her eyes and the way her lips are parted, and I know she's perfectly content to keep my cock shoved between her thighs.

I'm having a tough time pretending like I just want to be her friend because friends don't want to do the things I want to do to her. But it's more than that.

I desperately want to be her man.

She leans in, and her warm breath curls around my ear. "Are you having a good time?" she asks. And, no shit, rolls her hips against my dick, which is harder than it's ever been in my life.

She nips at my earlobe with her teeth, sending me into a personal crisis.

The hip roll. The earlobe nip. Those aren't things friends do.

"This has been the best night of my life," I admit.

Another breath. Another beat. Then Kennedy says, "Me too."

I'm blown away. She's having the night of her life...with me?

Does she...? No. It can't be. I can't let myself believe she...feels something for me.

Slowly, Kennedy drags her lips across my cheek, and we are nose to fucking nose.

This is as close as we've ever been to kissing, and my body is vibrating with anticipation.

One question is keeping me from taking her lips in a mind-altering kiss and showing those drunk assholes making out next to us how it's done: does she really want me, or is she just doing this because she's hurt and wants to numb the pain?

Instinctively, I know the answer.

The rational part of my brain that wants to keep me from getting decimated by rejection is screaming at me to keep my mouth shut and my dick in my pants. But the part of me that is in love with this girl is too drunk to listen.

If I show her how I feel, maybe she will forget about Flynn.

Slowly, I slide my hand down the wall and catch her hip, massaging it as I grind against her. Pressing her back into the wall until she whimpers for me.

Her skirt rises up an inch when she spreads her legs to take more of me.

"Lucas." My name comes out like a plea for more, so I do it again. Rolling my hips and pressing my rock hard cock right between her thighs. Eating up every little noise of pleasure that she makes.

I've danced for Kennedy before, but it was just for fun.

This is different.

Her hands are all over me, fisting my shirt as she pulls me closer, making me believe she really wants me. Like maybe she's realizing I'm her somebody. The one she can trust.

"Kennedy?" I say her name like a question.

I'm unsure what she wants from me, and I can't do anything else unless she takes the lead. We are teetering on the edge of something we can't write off as two friends dancing at a bar.

Lights swirl. The live country band is so loud. All of a sudden, Kennedy winds one leg around my waist, then the other, and I catch her tight little ass in my hands. Groaning and clenching my jaw when I sink into every inch she gives me.