The sight and sound filled his chest with carbonation. “I think that’s a yes. ”
She shook her head and made a derogatory sound in her throat. “That proposition sounds dubious at best. ”
“I think it sounds like someone might be chicken. ”
Her gaze transitioned into a glare. “I hate the way you do that. ”
“You can never turn down a challenge. It’s your greatest weakness. I love that about you. ”
She turned toward him and rested her elbow on the bar. “Lawson, have you even had a one-night hookup—ever? In your entire life?”
A lick of embarrassment heated his face. Stupid, yeah, but real. “What difference does that make?”
“I think it makes a lot of difference considering you’re trying to start nothing but a series of one-night hookups with me. ”
“Friends with benefits is not a series of one-night hookup. There is no series in one-night hookup, Russo. Hence the title: One-night hookup. ”
Her mouth quirked, and she shook her head.
Roméo set their drinks down and Wes handed him a twenty. He picked up the shots and offered one to Rubi. Then lifted his high. “To…?”
“Friends,” Rubi said with a purposeful look in her eye.
“With benefits. ” Wes clinked their glasses and tilted his head back, downing the mixture of Jägermeister and Red Bull.
When Rubi finished hers, Wes took her hand as the sassy, feisty beat of “Die Young” by Kesha pumped through the club. “Let’s take the idea for a test drive. Dance with me. ”
On the floor, they fell into an instant rhythm. He loved dancing with Rubi. She was smooth and hip and daring. They were always so in sync, playing off each other, making it fun and sexy. And Wes couldn’t get enough of watching her body move.
When “Die Young” transitioned into Rihanna’s upbeat “Where Have You Been,” Rubi was laughing at Wes’s improvised—and overdramatized—hip-hop moves. He loved making her laugh.
He was warm and loose when he took her hands and eased their bodies closer, lifting their arms overhead. The music pulsed through his blood. The Jäger tingled in his limbs. He felt relaxed and free, and with Rubi’s body rocking to the rhythm alongside his, Wes was high on life.
He stepped back, released one of her hands, and turned her under his arm. With a small nudge to her shoulder, she twirled away from him, and when she circled back, Wes caught her with her spine to his chest. He held her there, his arms tight around her waist, her ass fitted to his cock, and swayed, rubbing against her.
She laid her head to his shoulder and met his grind. The return of pressure, that succulent ass cradling his erection, shot his blood into a rolling boil. Wes dropped his mouth to her neck. A hum of pleasure vibrated in her throat, and one arm came up to circle his head.
Wes was floating. Everything was so perfectly in sync—the music, their bodies, their desire.
He released her hands and slid his own down her arms, skimming her breasts on the way past. Holding her waist, he soaked in every sexy movement of her body before continuing down to grip her hips. With their bodies fitted, he started a deliberate, erotic grind. In Wes’s mind, he had her alone, naked, bent over a bed.
She had to be feeling the Jäger too. She didn’t resist, didn’t pull away. She was loose, her body meeting his thrusts and rolls with her own sensual flair. They’d seriously tear up the sheets together. She had to feel that, too. Wes lowered his mouth to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin. He smoothed his hands up her ribs while meeting the rock and thrust of her ass against his cock. A moan of pleasure vibrated in her throat.
His brain was gone. His common sense, dust. She was the hottest, most exciting, and sexually uninhibited woman he’d ever known. Rubi’s sexual confidence allowed his own to flow without restriction, and he knew for a fact this was something he’d been missing in past relationships.
He slid one hand down the middle of her belly, pressed the other to her face until she turned her head and met his eyes. Hers were heavy and hot. Needy. Knowing that heat was for him pushed his heart beat higher, and he lower his hand until his palm rested on her mound, then stretched his fingers to cover her. She was small and tight and hot. A knot of lust tightened between his legs.
“Oh God. ” Her eyes closed and her lips parted in a look of pleasure so rich, even more blood traveled south, filling his cock until he was painfully hard.
He covered her mouth with his, slid his tongue over hers, circling slowly as he matched the movement with his hand.
“Ah…” she gasped, the sound part surprise, part ecstasy. That sound women made just before they came. “Wes…”
He pulled his hand back, and pressed his temple to hers. “Easy, baby. I’m not ready for this to end. ”
“Where Have You Been” melted into the slower, steady beat of “Glad You Came. ” Wes couldn’t have choreographed the music more perfectly to his purpose. And as The Wanted sang about here and now, Wes focused on just that—these perfect moments with Rubi.
He took her hand and pulled gently, turning her to face him. She stepped in, eased her body against his, and gazed into his eyes with an I-want-you-to-fuck-me-hard look of hunger. “You’re good with your hands, Lawson. ”