It was… captivating. Alluring. Heat-inducing. It was fluid, his movement. It was almost erotic. It was illogical.
She'd been at the nightclub for over an hour, and for the past thirty minutes, Max was rapt by his swerving. She tilted her head in a futile attempt to make sense of what she was seeing.
"Girl, you gon' break ya neck if you tilt your head any harder," Original Cindy commented. "You wanna dance with hot boy, just walk on over there, shugga."
"He's already dancing with Busty Redhead." Max's face contorted as Red laced her fingers behind Alec's neck and pulled herself toward him. Alec was facing her, but he maneuvered Red around and stared right at Max. Her breath caught in her throat.
"How many times I gotta tell you – you got an itch? Go scratch."
"Not when he's got her."
OC scoffed. "Please. Hot boy been dancing with you since you got here. And if you're worried about Red, don't be." Original Cindy paused to drink the remainder of her beer. "She's playing for my team." OC gave Red her best come-hither stare. Original Cindy grabbed Max's hand. "Come on, girl," she said, leading her toward Alec and Red. "This beat's too deep not to ride!"
They made it out to the floor and began dancing together, positioned square in front of Alec and Red.
Max felt nervous. She wasn't sure why. Maybe because OC was right – Alec had been flirting with her and she hadn't done a thing about it. Max spent what felt like forever dancing with her eyes shut.
She smelled him first. The leather and musky Alec-scent wafted into the personal space at her neck. She combed her hands through her hair, her body undulating into his personal space until her back bumped into his chest. She slid one hand down her body, eventually coming to rest at the back of his thigh, while the other hand crept up and curled itself around his neck, pulling him toward her by the barcode.
The song was rolling strong and Max found herself moving with him, getting lost in the seduction of the song.
"Max," Alec whispered at her neck as he rested his hands at her hips and helped grind their bodies against each other's. His voice was like an aphrodisiac.
"Yeah?" she nearly moaned.
"We need to get out of here," he said, his breath tickling down her chest.
"Why?" she asked.
"So I can get you out of control," he gruffed at the base of her ear.
"Oh yeah?" she played. "With what?"
Alec flicked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. She let out an unexpected purr and yanked him toward the exit.