Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 11

(No Control - 11. Best Song Ever)

Jess leads me onto the dancefloor and all I can focus on is her hands touching my waist as she messes about, swaying her legs back and forth.

I need to pull myself together.

I laugh out loud at her funny moves, and decide to join in - she doesn't seem to mind me making an absolute prat out of myself. I've been doing it all evening and she's still here.

I wave my hands in the air, grinning, and we dance stupidly to Ed Sheeran for a minute, ignoring everyone else in the room.

But - oh God - she's now turned around and is wiggling her hips at me. I sneak my arm around her waist and pull her against me so her hips are against my crotch.

I'm getting turned on. Again. I swear she must have spiked my drink with something - an aphrodisiac maybe? It's the only explanation for how horny I'm feeling.

She doesn't stay close to me for long, but breaks free and resumes her moves. I know she's being silly but I can tell she's a good dancer. She's smooth and fluid, and her feet are perfectly in time with the beat.

I'm so consumed watching her that it takes me a second to realise the next song that's just come on. I don't believe this. Fucking Best Song Ever.

This has James Corden written all over it. There he is, the fucker, standing over by the DJ giving me a thumbs up and laughing his head off. I resist the urge to give him the finger.

I look over at Jess to see untamed excitement has taken over her face.

"This is so embarrassing," I mutter, but I can tell she's not listening as she's already singing along, a beaming smile on her face.

She obviously wasn't lying when she said she was a fan. She knows every single word. I can't help but smile at her enjoyment. She's beautiful when she's smiling like this. She's beautiful, full stop.

I stand to the side of the dancefloor, watching her, and wait for the song to finish. I don't want to be a party pooper but I am not dancing to my own songs. Can you imagine? It would be on Sugarscape in a matter of seconds.

When the last notes die away I grab her and press her small body into mine. I'm delighted when she puts her arms around my waist. "Do you feel better for that?" I tease her.

"A bit," she replies. "But I'd feel a lot better if you kissed me again."

Thank Christ for that.

I do as she asks, and her hands slide up around my neck and she slips her tongue in my mouth. I can taste the Dom Perignon on her lips and it makes me lightheaded. I respond by pulling her hips against mine. There is something really sexy about the way we're kissing each other, on a dancefloor in a club. My mind starts to wander as her tongue gently probes my mouth, and I find myself yet again thinking about getting her back to my place to carry this on in private.

I know, I know, she's already said that's not going to happen but honestly, the way she is kissing me right now... it would make Nick Grimshaw hard, and he bats for the other team.

"You're making me way too hot," I tell her, breaking away and looking deep into her eyes.

She bites her bottom lip and maintains eye contact. "You started it," she points out. "You made a move on me."

"I didn't hear you complaining," I remind her.

I watch as she slowly licks her lips, and then - oh Christ - she brings her finger to my mouth and seductively strokes my bottom lip. She never breaks eye contact. What the fuck.