Between Shadows (25 page)

I wanted to lick him, and bite him, and do all kinds of naughty things to that gorgeous body. Multiple times.

“What’s your name?” he asked, interrupting my fantasies.

“Jordan.” I held out my hand to shake and then froze, my hand halfway there.
Smooth. You’re in a nightclub, not a freaking business meeting.
To say it had been a while since I’d dated was a massive understatement. Plus, I’d have been lying if I didn’t admit I had blindingly horrible moments of awkward even on my good days. I pretty much lived in extremes. I either totally rocked it or epically failed, with very little in between.

His mouth quirked up as he held out his hand. “I’m Noah.”

Well, now I knew the name I’d be calling out in my dreams.

Our palms connected, his hand warm against mine. I waited for him to let go, already mourning the loss of his touch. But he didn’t. He just stood there, holding my hand in the middle of the club, staring at me like I was not alone in these feelings.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I squeaked. Really nice to meet you.

The song changed and the club started going crazy around us, and then he was pulling me toward him and I was dancing, Noah behind me, his big hands on my hips, fingers laced with mine, his body moving against me.

Yes, please.

For such a tall guy, he had good rhythm. Really good rhythm. I loved dancing, but I was more of a dance-alone or with-friends kind of girl. Most guys were pretty terrible dancers, and I hated having to try to match my movements to theirs, unable to let the beat of the song take over. Noah wasn’t like that at all. He molded his body to mine, letting me set the pace.

And by the way he rolled his hips against my ass, he definitely had some moves.

Holy hell.

His hand drifted up my side, gathering my hair, fisting the ends. Arousal pulsed between my legs, the beat steady, strong, a slow ache. He pulled me back toward him, his hard cock pressing against my ass. A tremor ripped through my body as his fingers grazed my nape, tracing the skin there, my nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of my dress. My body felt overheated, the music and alcohol flooding my senses. Around us, people danced, bodies rubbing against each other, mouths tangling, hands roaming. It was that point in the evening when inhibitions lowered, and it was Vegas—it was a night for letting go.

Head bent, his arms wrapped around my torso, the curve of my breasts brushing against his muscular forearm. Another tremor throbbed between my legs. His lips grazed my neck, brushing over the sensitive curve where it met my shoulder. I bit back a moan.

More.

I leaned into him, reaching out, our fingers threading together, our hands joined. His body behind me called to mind other images—of me naked, on my hands and knees, while he drove into me.

He was easily the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and tonight was quickly ranking up there with one of the more memorable evenings of my dating life.

His hold on me tightened and another mini spasm racked my body.

I turned in Noah’s arms, leaning into his body, my breasts grazing his chest. His hands moved lower, grabbing my ass, hauling me toward him, his gaze on my mouth.

I’d never been happier of my single status than I was now.

Noah

Dibs had flown out the window. I didn’t know which girl Easy wanted, didn’t care. This one was mine.

I feasted on her mouth. She tasted like tequila and mint, her lips soft and plump. Her tongue wreaked havoc on my sanity.

I’d kissed my fair share of girls; drunken kisses in dark club corners weren’t anything new. But this—this was mind-blowing.

The second I touched her, she lit up. Her hands pulled on my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging on the ends, yanking me toward her as though she couldn’t get close enough. My hands cupped her ass, squeezing her through the thin fabric, loving how she squirmed against me, rubbing herself over my jeans and my hard cock.

She was sex in heels, the kind of body that was all curves, made for a centerfold. The beauty mark just above her upper lip took hot to an all-new level.

I released her mouth, kissing my way down her neck, my teeth scraping her flesh, my dick jerking with the moan that escaped her lips. I nipped her, running my tongue over her skin, the taste of her swirling in my mouth. Jordan gripped the back of my head harder, her body begging for more.

No question about it, not only was she sexy as hell, but she liked to play. I’d just hit the motherfucking jackpot.

I shifted so I was behind her again, my hands on either side of her hips, our bodies swaying in time to the music. The girl was gorgeous—long blonde hair, big tits, curvy ass, long, shapely legs shown off by the sexiest pink dress. Absolutely gorgeous. And the second our gazes had locked across the club, her brown eyes had looked at me like I was her favorite meal and she wanted me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Done.

My hands moved higher, pulling her tighter against me. Her neck arched, her head tipping into mine, and one of the pink penises hit me in the face again.

I grinned. Fuck, she was cute.

“Babe, gotta remove the headband. Don’t need pink dicks in my face.”

Jordan turned to face me, locking her arms around my neck. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and she nodded.

I’d always had a weakness for blondes, and this girl had incredible hair. It fell down the center of her back in a mass of loose waves and curls. I set the headband on the table, my gaze on hers the entire time.

At some point we’d stopped dancing, and now we stood in the club with our bodies plastered together, her arms around my neck.

I stroked her hip, pulling her even closer. We danced for a long time, moving from song to song, our bodies matching each other’s rhythm like we’d been dancing together for years. I’d been exhausted, and with one kiss she breathed new life into me.

I leaned down, my lips inches away from her ear, struggling to be heard over the loud music.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked, her answer suddenly feeling like everything.

I hadn’t come out looking to get laid, had honestly been about to call it a night, but the second I saw her my plans for the evening became whatever put me in her orbit. I didn’t know where this was headed, but right now I was happy to follow her anywhere.

She nodded, and a knot tightened in my chest as she linked hands with me and I led her off the dance floor.

Acknowledgments

Thanks to all of the bloggers and readers who have supported my work. I love hearing from all of you and am so grateful to you. You’ve made one of my greatest dreams come true! Special thanks to my awesome reader group and the fabulous members of Our So-Called Group. Huge thanks to my wonderful agent Kevan Lyon who makes all of this possible. And last, but certainly not least, thank you to my friends and family for all of their love and support.

Books by Chanel Cleeton

International School Series

I See London
(Out now from Harlequin HQN)

London Falling
(Out now from Harlequin HQN)

French Kissed
(Out now)

Capital Confessions Series

Flirting with Scandal
(Out now from Penguin/InterMix)

Playing with Trouble
(Out now from Penguin/InterMix)

Falling for Danger
(Out now from Penguin/InterMix)

Wild Aces Series

Fly with Me
(Out May 3, 2016 from Penguin/Berkley)

Into the Blue
(Out July 5, 2016 from Penguin/Berkley)

On Broken Wings (Coming soon from Penguin/Berkley)

About the Author

Originally a Florida girl, CHANEL CLEETON moved to London where she received a bachelor’s degree from Richmond, The American International University in London and a master’s degree from the London School of Economics and Political Science. Chanel fell in love with London and planned to stay there forever, until fate intervened on a Caribbean cruise and a fighter pilot with smooth dance moves swept her off her feet. Now, a happily ever after later, Chanel is living her next adventure.



Law school made Chanel realize she’d rather spend her days writing sexy stories than in a courtroom, and she hasn’t looked back since. An avid reader and hopeless romantic, she’s happiest curled up with a book. She has a weakness for handbags, her three pups, and her husband. 



Chanel writes contemporary romances, women's fiction, and thrillers. She is published by Harlequin HQN, Penguin/InterMix, and Penguin/Berkley and is the author of the International School, Capital Confessions, Assassins, and Wild Aces series.