Mia had always loved to dance. The moment she stepped into the nightclub, her hand in Beau's a tingle of excitement climbed up her spine and left her with chills. It was exactly what she'd envisioned. Lots of colorful strobe lights, loud, pulsating music, and dozens of people dancing.
"What do you think?" Beau asked, smiling at her.
She beamed back at him. "I think this is the coolest place I've ever been!"
He laughed, but she meant it. She hadn't gone to a lot of clubs in college, but even if she had, none of them would've been like this place. She hurried ahead, hoping he wouldn't mind dancing with her. She couldn't wait to get out there on the dance floor.
Beau seemed hesitant, as she pulled him out among the rest of the dancers, but he came with her. He looked so hot in a black button down shirt and dark slacks. She was wearing a short, shimmery silver dress with no back, just a tie around the neck, and heels that were comfortable, despite their height. She had her hair up, but not in the severe sort of bun she wore at work. There were plenty of tendrils dancing around her face as she began to shimmy in time to the music.
Her partner was swaying in time to the music, but he seemed more content to watch her than to actually dance himself. That was okay with Mia, as long as he was with her and no one else decided to bother her. She wanted to lose herself in the music, to connect with her body in ways she hadn't before, and she wanted Beau with her while she did it.
As she moved her hips and swung her arms close to her body, she closed her eyes and felt the beat. It reminded her of the pulsing ache she'd developed when Sam was looking at her, when he was grinding against her. The rejection she'd felt when he'd discovered she was a virgin had stung, but it was clear that Beau still wanted her. He'd made that apparent when he'd kissed her before she'd gotten into his limo to come to the club. She had worn this dress thinking tonight was just as good a night as any to shed the disgraceful title that had made Sam shun her.
Beau grabbed her a drink off of a tray and one for himself. She had no idea what the sweet, sometimes sour, pink liquid was, but it was tasty. She drank it down and was ready for another. Before the third song was over, she'd finished another drink, and she was beginning to feel the effects. It was a good feeling though.
Not as good as Beau's hands on her. Clearly, he was beginning to loosen up, too, and the way he was touching her, the two of them may as well have been the only two on the dance floor. His hands slid around the thin fabric of her dress, sometimes glancing against a nipple or teasing up her skirt. She pressed her back against his chest and pulled his face down to find his lips with hers, his tongue probing deeply inside of her mouth. If he kept that up, she wouldn't be able to stay on the dance floor very long.
She knew this was one of those types of clubs where you could get a private room for a fee, but she didn't want to go there. By the time Beau's hands began to wander freely around her body, she was ready to get back into the limo and go back to his place. That ache she'd been feeling for what seemed like weeks was back, and her thong was getting wetter by the second. He smelled divine-like the ocean mingled with a tinge of the deep woods-and she wanted him in every way.
Mia turned and nipped him gently on the neck, right below his ear. Then, she ran her tongue slowly over that sensitive spot and felt him squirm. His hard cock was apparent through his pants, especially when she pressed herself into him. "Wanna go back to your place?" she whispered, praying he didn't reject her the same way his brother had.
Beau didn't answer. He only pulled his phone out of his pocket, made a quick phone call, and then took her hand and began walking toward the exit. Mia couldn't help but smile. Surely, he was leaving so quickly because he had the same thing on his mind that she had-didn't he?
The car was waiting for them as they stepped outside of the club. The driver opened the door, and Mia slid inside, not caring that her skirt was twisted and pulled up even higher than before. Beau got in the car, and the driver barely got the door closed before his lips were on hers, and his hands were everywhere.