Page 2 of Play With Me
“I like it loud. I like the music.” I don’t want to leave. We’ve barely been here for two hours. The whole point of coming to New York was to come to this club and dance. My eyes rise to the VIP area. Lisa is hanging over the railing, waving at me with an apologetic look. She presses her palms together and mouthsI’m sorry.My shoulders sag. If she wants to go, I’m stuck.
“You know, if you want, we can stay. I can bring you back to Lisa later. I’ve been enjoying watching you dance.”
My gaze snaps back to the man, who still has his arms around me. “Who are you?”
Chuckling, he dips his head. “I’m Mick. Mick Charles. I’m a friend of Nathan’s. Lisa told me your name is Carmelita.”
“Cara. My friends call me Cara.”
Mick grips my waist tighter, pulling me against him so our bodies press tightly together. My hands fly to his chest as I wobble in the heels Holly made me wear. “Something tells me I won’t want to be your friend.”
Brows furrowing, shock lances my chest. This man doesn’t know me. Why wouldn’t he want to be my friend? I try to push away, but he only holds me closer. “How about I keep calling you tiny dancer, and by the end of the night, I’ll think of a nickname that onlyIcan use.”
Heat flows through me, and it’s not because of the gyrating bodies surrounding us. Mick stares at me like he wants to devour me, and the space between my legs grows damp at the thought of him there. He must read it on my face because his smile turns fiendish.
“Come upstairs with me. We can catch up with the others later.”
Even though I want to keep dancing, I find myself nodding as he takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd.
I can hear Mami’s voice in my head telling me not to go with him. I don’t know if that’s what causes me to go anyway or if it’s because I like how Mick makes my body feel with a simple look.
Either way, it feels like I’m following the Devil.
“Wow. You live here?”
I didn’t just follow the Devil to the VIP section of the club, I let him bring me back to his lair. Everything is dark—from the flooring to the walls and the furniture. It’s all deep, rich browns and grays with crystal light fixtures and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
Mick’s smooth tenor rings out across his penthouse. “It’s my parents’, but they spend most of their time upstate. They’ll spend more time here next year when I run for Senate.”
We spent hours at the club sipping champagne and talking about our lives. Barely ten minutes into our conversation and I’d completely forgotten about dancing. Mick is everything Mami and Papi want me to stay away from. He’s older, devastatingly handsome, and has a way with words that make me want to melt into a puddle.
Plus, he’s in politics. Mami and Papihatepolitics.
There’s no mistaking why he asked me to come home with him. And I’m ready. So ready to take that next step into womanhood. Who better to do it with than an experienced man with a smooth tongue who promises to satisfy me thoroughly?
As I stare out the windows at the city below, hecomes up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. The smell of fresh-cut grass laced with sweet tobacco permeates my senses. The combination is odd, but on Mick, it sets every nerve ending on fire. He kisses my neck, his lips on my skin causing goosebumps to erupt down my flesh, settling between my legs like a heavy weight.
“Ready to go to bed, tiny dancer?” he murmurs, fingers sliding beneath the straps of my dress. “Or maybe I should take you right here for the whole city to see.” He pulls the dress down roughly, my breasts bouncing as they’re freed from the material.
A whimper leaves my throat as he spins me and backs me against the cool glass, picking me up by my thighs as he smashes our lips together. He tastes like sin and whiskey and every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make since the first time I got turned on reading a romance novel that probably shouldn’t have been in the young adult section of my high school library.
Mick grinds his erection against me as his tongue explores my mouth, caressing mine like a stolen treasure. I’m wet. So wet that I know he’s going to have a spot on his pants when he lowers me. My whole body burns with embarrassment and arousal, and I tangle my fingers in his raven hair, just long enough for me to grip the strands and pull his head back.
He lets out a grunt, bucking his hips into me. Itighten my grip in response. “Fuck, baby. You like a little pain with your pleasure?”
“I don’t know. I’ve…I’ve never done this before.” I’m honest with him, though the shocked look on his face makes me wish I wasn’t. Lisa says most boys at school don’t like to be the ones who take your virginity.
But Mick is twelve years older than I am. Surely amanwould be okay with it?
His eyes darken as he lowers me. When my feet hit the floor, I’m filled with a sense of dread and shame. “You’re a virgin?”
Slowly, I nod, tears filling my eyes for unknown reasons. He cups my cheek, forcing me to look up at him. “Why are you about to cry, tiny dancer?”
It takes me a few moments to breathe through fighting the tears so they don’t fall. The back of my sinuses burn, and my throat feels thick. “I want you to take it. But I understand if it’s not appealing to you.”
Mick lets out a sound somewhere between a snort and a laugh. His jaw sets as he clenches his teeth, staring at me like he can’t believe our situation. I cross my arms over my naked chest, willing myself to grab my dress so I can save myself from further embarrassment.
As I bend to get it, he snatches my wrist and hauls me against him. His eyes are wild, nostrils flaring as he tries to control himself. It frightens me,but at the same time, ignites something deep in my chest.