Free Fated Bliss (Bliss #2) by Cassie Strickland Page A

the side, purposefully letting a breast brush against his arm, and placed my beer on the table, not tearing my eyes from his smoldering ones.
    “Come on,” I mouthed.
    He angled his head to the side, silently questioning where.
    I presented a sultry smile and sidestepped him, starting to lead him away from the table.
    “Where are you going?” Lyric called out as she noticed us.
    I paused and shouted, “We’ll be back in a few. Watch my clutch, would you?”
    She nodded and grabbed my bag, sticking it under her arms, and swiveled back towards the stage, not giving us another thought.
    Ben intertwined our fingers as we moved through the crowd and descended the stairs, but he stopped me as I was about to pull him onto the dance floor. He placed a hand on my hip, anchoring me in place, and murmured in my ear. “Where are you taking me?”
    I slanted my head back, wanting to see his face. “Dancin’. You and I are gonna dance.”
    He frowned, indecision waging war in his eyes. “I don’t dance, Samantha.”
    “You do now,” I sassed. “Come on. Just follow my lead.”
    He exhaled harshly and gave me an amused smirk.
    I’d won.
    I covered the hand on my hip and swayed as I guided Ben through the dancers until we were in the center of the dance floor. I pivoted and found Ben pensive and stiff.
    Now that just wouldn’t do .
    Deliberately, I started circling my hips in a figure-eight, wanting to draw his attention to my body. As his hesitancy slipped away, his appreciation settled in. He watched me with red-hot desire, tracking my every movement with rapt fascination.
    The air got thick, and my senses became heightened. I became bolder, using my entire body to seduce him – shoulders, hands, legs…belly.
    His lips moved, and I was sure he’d swore, but I couldn’t hear him over the pounding music or my rapid heartbeat.
    Finally, Ben stepped forward, growing closer and closer until he snaked his arm around my waist and slammed my body against his.
    The air rushed out of my lungs on a hiss.
    Perfection.
    I draped my arms around his neck as he slipped his thigh between my legs. Our eyes remained locked as we began to move together, gyrating slowly.
    The flame that’d begun shortly before had turned into an inferno. Being this close to Ben, feeling his hard body under my hands, was an experience, and I throbbed between my legs.
    When Ben said he didn’t dance, I figured he didn’t know how. That was not the case – the man moved his hips like a pro. We danced in perfect sync, our bodies grinding together. He was hard against my stomach, matching the want drenching my panties. I let my hands roam up and down his arms and shoulders, around his neck and in his hair, getting lost in him and the music.
    I’d never felt more alive.
    The first song rolled into another and then another, this one slower, more provocative. My movements mirrored it, growing more and more seductive.
    Ben held me tighter, thrusting himself against me. “You’re dangerous,” he growled in my ear.
    I let out a self-satisfied laugh and combed my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of the soft, silky strands. It was so much softer than I would have expected.
    Ben took my response as permission to touch me. His fingers ghosted along the exposed skin of my back before dipping lower, ripping a moan from me.
    That only fueled him on.
    He grew bolder, his hands everywhere – skating across my hips and outer thigh, gripping my ass, massaging my shoulders.
    It was a beautiful agony.
    “God…you’re body,” he rumbled.
    I dug my fingers into his broad, powerful back. “I could say the same.”
    He groaned, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
    “What better way to go.”
    Ben swept the hair off my neck and fisted it in his hand. I tilted my neck, encouraging him. His head descended, and then his lips were on my skin. I gasped, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
    If just his lips on my neck felt this amazing, I wondered