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wicked words. I need to fight this. He’s dangerous. Heaven help me though, I want to taste him again right now. “Why are you doing this to me?” I manage to ask.
    “Because I fucking want you so badly I can barely breathe,” he says so honestly that it locks the air in my lungs. This isn’t Jax the player. This is him, the real him, beneath the veneer—I don’t know how I know, but I do. I feel it in my bones. “And I got jealous seeing you dance with that polished turd. You deserve better than him.”
    “And I suppose you’re the better option?”
    “No, you deserve better than me, too.” And there’s the charmer again, dancing in his eyes, and my nipples tighten and pussy throbs.
    I’m growing so wet. The swirls he’s making on my ass are getting lower and lower. He releases my hand on his chest and slides it up my side until the thumb brushes the underside of my aching breast. I shudder in response.
    “You’re too good for me, but fuck if I don’t want to taste you anyway,” he continues. “I want to drop down right here and shove your dress up and lick that wet pussy. In front of everyone.”
    His words are so naughty, so unreal. They make me shiver all over, and I feel myself get impossibly wet, my panties soaked through the crotch. It’s clear this man has done sexual things I’ve never even dreamed of. Don’t go down this road, my brain tries to scream, sounding suspiciously like my sister.
    His hand moves down, and when his fingers dance along my bare thigh, playing with the hem of my skirt, I feel my body tighten with need. We’re in the middle of the dance floor, and this man is touching me like he possesses me, and I don’t know why but I’m dying for him to slip his hand beneath my panties and make me come right now. Despite people being around.
    Maybe even because of it.
    I’ve never had these urges before. It must be the alcohol talking, I sooth myself. The alcohol and the environment, which combined can make people do crazy things. It’s a one-time event.
    Maybe I can let myself give in a little bit to whatever he’s offering, I rationalize. Have a taste of the wild side—nothing too far, of course. I’m not going to have sex with him, after all. I’ll still have my virginity intact, but I’ll be a fraction more knowledgeable about how things work in bed.
    I ignore Della’s voice in my mind and shift up on my tiptoes, letting my mouth brush his. Nothing more than a soft sweeping of lips.
    That simple gesture unleashes him. With a deep groan, Jax grabs my waist, the back of my neck, and yanks me flush to his body. “You’re mine tonight, darling,” he promises.
    “I’m…not going to have…to have sex with you,” I pant to him, wishing that the words had come out stronger than my shaky stutter.
    The smile on his face is almost devilish. “I don’t need to fuck you to own you. There’s a lot of pleasure I can show you. Give me more credit than that.”
    He grabs my hand and leads me away from the dance floor. We’re moving around people, and my focus is solely on the broad expanse of his back in the white dress shirt. His hand clenching mine. His tight ass.
    I can see why so many women want him. Jax is a force of nature. I want him to sweep me away.
    We pass a table of several attractive guys who all look related, probably brothers, and Jax slows down as he eyes the group and they eye him back. There’s definite tension between them; the hostility is practically visible.
    “Who are those guys?” I ask Jax. They aren’t from my side of the family, that’s for sure.
    “Can’t believe Smith invited them here,” he mutters. “What the fuck was he thinking?”
    I want to ask more, but he pulls me away and doubles his speed, shooting them one last glare over his shoulder. He takes me to the outer edges of the reception hall, where the lights are dimmer and very few people are around. The crowd’s attention is on the dance floor. Jax nudges me into a corner and