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along my inner thigh, only stopping when he reaches the hem of my short dress. I long for him to keep going, push his hand beneath my dress, just an inch more, tease my panties out of the way, touch me where I’m now wet and aching for him.
    It’s been way too long.
    I think he can see what I want in my face, because he gives me that little smirk again and bites his lip. He takes his hand off my breast and in one swift movement, wraps my hair around his fist and forces me closer, until my lips are almost touching his. I draw in a breath, inhaling the scent of him.
    “Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice thick with lust.
    His warm lips meet mine, crushing against them, and I moan as his tongue teases my lips apart. I grind myself into his jeans, trying to fix the ache, and he groans and plunges his tongue deeper into my mouth. I lose myself in the heat of him, in the taste of the rum on his tongue. My hand finds the hollow of his throat, the small bit of exposed skin above his top button, and I run my nails along it, wanting so bad to rip his shirt off, to press my skin to his.
    His hand inches up my thigh, disappears beneath my short skirt. I feel the light pressure of his thumb against my inner thigh, traveling up to my cleft, finding my panties. I moan into his mouth as he draws a finger along the thin cloth, and the ache radiates through me, settling in my core. I’m throbbing there now, and I moan into his mouth and shift against him harder.
    His pocket vibrates beneath my thigh, and he stops kissing me. His fist relaxes its grip on my hair, and his hand falls away from its spot beneath my skirt. His eyes are bright as he pulls his phone from his pocket. It seems like he’s about to throw it on the couch beside us, but then he checks it instead.
    I can finally breathe, but suddenly I feel awkward, straddling him here, the memory of his hand between my legs a raw pulsing ache between us. I try to get off him, but he looks back at me and presses his hand into my lower back, keeping me put, keeping me pressed against the hard length of him beneath his jeans.
    “I promised I’d babysit the talent.” His voice comes out husky. “The lead singer’s getting very drunk in VIP”
    My face flushes, and I bite my lip thinking of his V.I.P. “Oh, okay,” I say. “Well—”
    He moves me off of him, to the cushion beside us, stands, and then pulls me to my feet. “You’re coming with me. Let’s get another drink.”
    I’m a little disappointed as I adjust my dress, pulling it down to straighten it, to cover myself, but then he grabs my hand, and I’m tingling from head to toe again as he leads me back out to the dance floor.
    As we push through the crowd, people stop and gape at us. Cell phones appear from pockets as people try to covertly—or not—take pictures of us. Kaidan keeps his head up, and I do, too. I’m floating, high on whatever drug he’s made of.
    While we wait for another round of drinks, I ignore the gaping drunk people and check my phone. I had it on silent, and I’ve got a gazillion texts from Char.
    I text her back to let her know I’m at the bar and headed for the VIP room.
    She replies: We’re coming over there. Can we come with?
    Kaidan turns around to hand me another fruity drink.
    “Hey,” I say. “I’m with two friends—I can’t ditch them.”
    “Where are they?”
    “Probably headed this way.” I glance around and see Levi dragging Char toward us. He waves. He looks way too overeager. He and I need to have a talk.
    They reach us, and Kaidan’s expression turns… guarded. It’s the look he had when he first stepped out of the limo earlier.
    Levi wraps an arm around me and gives me a drunken kiss on the cheek. “Hey, where have you been?”
    Levi’s trying to make us look like besties. I shrug off his arm.
    “Kaidan, these are my friends Levi and Charlotte.”
    Char waves. “Diane Lamb’s daughter.”
    I try not to make a face. Char always introduces herself by