Loving The Playboy (by Queenies) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Too Drunk To Care
I was walking past the seas of people, trying to find my way to the kitchen for another drink. I observed the people on the dance floor grinding on each other. I raised my drink to my lips and gulped it down in one go. The taste of vodka was really strong; I had no idea it would be this powerful.

I don't remember how many drinks I drank, but one thing is for sure: I was completely wasted. I moved to the dance floor, swaying my body, not giving a damn about anyone.

I knew Maddie was safe with Dylan, so I didn't need to worry. I kept on dancing with another drink in my hand and in total control of my body until I felt a hand sneak up, wrapping itself around my waist.

My back pressed against a hard chest, I took in the muscular scent of the person behind me, loving the feel of his hand on me. I continued to sway my body, grinding my ass on his lower region, and I felt his excitement.

"Damn princess, you feel so good." I knew that voice, but my head was too buzzed to think about it.

His hand, which was on my waist, trailed down my thigh in a tantalising way, sending tingles down my spine. I kept grinding on him like there was no tomorrow, moving to the beat of the song.

Turning to face him, my light honey-brown eyes locked with his green eyes, making my breath hitch. I didn't know if I liked the way he was close to me; his proximity was giving me an unsettling feeling I couldn't pin down.

Hayden King.

His muscular scent kept on engulfing me as I took a whiff of his pleasant smell once again. His head began to deepen down my face, and his pupil already dilated as his eyes shifted from my lips to my eyes.

My mind was telling me no, but my body wasn’t listening to my brain. His lips pressed against my neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses in their paths, causing me to tilt my head, giving him further access. I felt him grin against my skin as his hand travelled down to grip my ass.

He grinds into me, and through his pants, I can feel his erection.

"I’ve got a room here; let's take this upstairs. Only if you want to." His voice was deep and raspy, and I could feel his breath fan against my face. I glance into his eyes again.

The lust, the want, the desire.