19.5

As soon as we enter the club, I follow Liv to the dance floor while the guys head up to the VIP area. Tonight, DJ Blue, a regular at the biggest parties in Ibiza, is in charge of the playlist. The fact that Underworld managed to bring her to California is proof of the club’s notoriety beyond the city limits.

"She’s amazing," Liv shouts, pulling me by the hand to the middle of the floor.

The beats reverberate through the space with a more electronic vibe, urging our bodies to move with the rhythm. Liv raises our hands high, moving her head in sync with the music, and I join her.

Blue plays a song I don’t know, but it’s even more upbeat than the previous one, and I let its rhythm guide my movements. It doesn’t take long for sweat to start covering my skin in the crowded floor.

I pull my friend closer to speak in her ear and notice three guys watching us.

"The one in the middle hasn’t taken his eyes off you," I say, and the not-so-discreet brunette turns to see who I’m referring to.

"Liv!" I scold her as she turns back to me with a smile.

"Hot, I like," she replies and continues dancing with even more enthusiasm.

It takes him two more songs to muster the courage to approach her. One of his friends walks toward me but quickly changes direction, returning to the company of the third. I find out why when I feel a hand slide down my shoulder, and I turn my face to find Kyle behind me.

"You look beautiful, Sunshine," he says in my ear as I ask:

"What are you doing here?"

"It’s my club," he declares, with his other hand resting on my waist. The warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of the dress, seeming to burn my skin.

"Very funny." I roll my eyes. "I meant here, on the dance floor. You never dance," I shoot back.

Kyle uses his hand on my waist to pull me against him. My back molds to his firm chest, and he moves in sync with the beats, forcing my body to follow his rhythm.

"I’m trying to avoid making the same mistakes, so before any of these idiots could make me jealous by dancing with you, I took the initiative," he murmurs in my ear, his mouth so close I can feel his lips moving against my ear, making me shiver.

My eyes drift to Olivia, who keeps dancing and listening to what the guy is saying, but her smile makes it clear she’s pleased with the direction of the conversation. My assumption is confirmed when she looks at me and nods before widening her eyes at seeing who I’m with.

"What do you say?" Kyle asks, one of his hands sliding down my arm, and I lean into his touch. "Dance with me, Sunshine."

"Since you asked so nicely," I joke.

I hold his hand still resting on my waist, pressing myself against him, and grind slowly once. Kyle’s response is a groan of pleasure, making my toes curl.

Kyle slides his hand to my abdomen while placing one of his legs between mine, guiding our dance to the rhythm of the music around us. I can feel his breath on my neck, and his warm body against mine is all I can think about. The way my butt keeps rubbing against him in this position is agonizing, and the growing volume pressing against me doesn’t help at all.

I turn my face to find his, and we press our lips together briefly. Kyle straightens my back and uses his hands on my waist to turn me to face him, before claiming my mouth. His tongue demands entry, and I suppress a moan as it slides over mine, exploring.

Kyle squeezes my butt, pressing me further against him, and I feel his erection against my belly, making my core throb in response, preparing to receive him. My arms wrap around his neck since there’s no space between us. With one hand, I play with his short hair.

He breaks the kiss and presses our foreheads together, our eyes meet, and I could drown in the desire I find there. I don’t know how long we stay there, just staring at each other in our little bubble.

"Fuck, I’ve been wanting to kiss you all week," he confesses, his eyes shifting to my mouth. "What am I going to do with you, Sunshine?" he asks but doesn’t wait for an answer before kissing me again, sucking my lower lip before biting and releasing it, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth once more.

I let my hands slide down his back, feeling each muscle hidden beneath his dress shirt. I’m almost reaching his butt when he separates us once more.

"We need to stop, Brooke," he says against my skin, continuing to place kisses along my jawline. "Or I’m going to end up taking you upstairs and showing you everything I’ve imagined since the moment you confessed you’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep with me."

Desire pulses through every molecule of my body as the images invade my mind.

"Show me," I ask, my voice barely a whisper, which I doubt he heard.

"Brooke…" he says with a strained voice, as if all his self-control is concentrated in that single word.

"Show me," I repeat and find his mouth again, taking control and letting him feel how affected I am by him, sucking on his lips and tongue.

Kyle lets out a groan of satisfaction that reverberates through me before pulling away, taking my hand, and guiding me to a secondary staircase. It’s not the one we usually use to reach the VIP area but the executive one that leads directly to the private rooms on the third floor.

"Is this really happening?" I think as we ascend. The blonde keeps one hand on the base of my back, his thumb drawing circles that seem to ignite my skin. Like when you throw a stone into a lake and the ripples spread, each touch radiates outward.

Kyle opens the door to one of the rooms and as soon as we enter, he presses me against it, reclaiming my mouth in a hot kiss, our tongues sliding in lascivious caresses that cloud my mind. I hear the door being locked before the blonde trails kisses down my neck and clavicle, and a moan escapes my lips as he sucks on my shoulder.

He squeezes my breast, making me gasp and arch my back toward his touch, pleading for more.

I bury my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth to mine in a desperate kiss. My whole body feels like burning coals, everything is on fire and craving more. One of his hands slides down my arm in a feather-light caress, sending shivers along my skin until it reaches the hem of my dress. The blonde teases me by stroking the skin where the fabric ends for a few seconds.

“Kyle…” his name is a plea on my lips. “Please,” I beg, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him against me.

“What is it, Brooke?” he asks, and I notice his voice is rougher than usual.

“I want to feel you,” I murmur, grinding my hips, trying to find any form of relief.

His hand travels under the thin fabric until it reaches my panties.

“Here?” he asks, spreading his hand against me, rubbing the fabric against my swollen clitoris, making me moan and cling to his arms.

He pushes my wet panties aside, and one of his fingers slides along my opening. My breath comes in short bursts, the anticipation making me pulse.

“So wet and ready for me,” he comments, satisfied, while his finger circles my clitoris. Without warning, he penetrates me with two fingers and continues to stimulate my most sensitive spot with his thumb.

He withdraws his fingers, and a frustrated murmur escapes my lips.

“Calm down, Sunshine. I want to taste you.” Using both hands, he pulls me onto his lap, his erection brushing my butt with each step toward the table I hadn’t even noticed was there.

Kyle carefully lays me on it; the cold wood is a balm against my hot skin. My friend looks at me and licks his lips before kneeling.

He removes my panties, and I lift my hips to help him get rid of the garment. Kyle starts placing slow kisses on the inside of my thigh, moving toward my entrance.

The first touch of his tongue makes me see stars. I try to push his head closer, but he stops me, staying far enough away that only the tip of his tongue touches me, teasing and driving me crazy.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, blowing against my wet sex. The cold air sends shivers down my spine, and I squirm even more on the table. “Ky…” I plead.

And he complies, sucking and licking like a man dying of thirst in the desert, determined to drink every last drop to quench his need. My moans grow louder, and I feel the orgasm building...

Three hard knocks on the door make him pull away.

“I’m busy,” he barks.

I push up on my elbows to see the door, trying to figure out who has deprived me of reaching climax.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t important.” It’s Seth’s voice.

“Can you wait?”

“No.” The curt response is intense enough for me to know Kyle will have to go. I sit up, exhaling loudly.

“This,” my friend gestures between us, “isn’t over, Sunshine. I’ll make it up to you for the interruption, I promise.”

He holds my neck and kisses me fiercely. I can taste myself mixed with him, but he pulls away too quickly, his thumb caressing my cheek.

“I’ll make it up to you for the interruption, I promise,” he repeats, as if emphasizing his promise.

He bends down to retrieve my panties and hands them back to me.

“Keep them as a reminder, Ky; they’re useless anyway.”

“You’re not leaving here without panties, Brooke.”

“And are you going to stay here to stop me?” I ask, and Seth knocks on the door again, making me smile. He stuffs the panties into his pants pocket and kisses me once more.

“I’m going to kill him,” he murmurs, turning around. I follow him to the door, and as he opens it, I exit.

“Seth,” I greet, frustration clear in my tone.

“This better be a life-or-death situation because I’m not seeing the damn building on fire, Seth.” I hear Kyle complain as I head to the bar. I definitely need a drink or two. Very cold.