Sweet Alibi by Adriane Leigh Page A

hand was still resting on her leg, his thumb caressing her inner thigh, just like it had caressed the wood that morning before we'd kissed. I shut my eyes and willed the image from my brain.
    I chugged the rest of my drink. “I'm going to dance.” I stood on swaying feet and made my way to Drew and Gavin. With the alcohol in my veins, I was suddenly overheating and pulling my hair off my neck. My hips swayed when a new song started and I felt hands slip around my waist. I settled into the embrace for a minute before I realized what I was doing. Turning my head to the side, I caught tousled golden hair nuzzling beneath my ear. My heart thudded as Tristan ran his nose up my neck, sending tingles exploding through my body. His breath tickled the shell of my ear and I sucked in a quick breath. Thoughts swirled in my brain as the throbbing music pumped through my veins.
    I felt out of control and I loved it. I surrendered to the freedom and settled back into his chest. His hands locked around my hips, pulling me tighter into his body before I turned and threw my arms around his neck.
    Inhaling his clean scent, I closed my eyes, pressing into him. His knee positioned between my thighs caused my dress to ride up. We danced through multiple songs as the world fell away. I inhaled the delicious scent that was all Tristan while my brain buzzed from my proximity to the gorgeous Greek god wrapped around me. Thumping beats of Rihanna pounded through my body, nerves tingling and my breathing shallow. My brain focused solely on the rhythm of my form against Tristan’s. I shouldn’t have been dancing so close, but the vodka that pulsed through me was doing the thinking for me and for once, I let go of inhibition.
    Tristan pressed my body up against a wall at the edge of the dance floor and moved his hips against mine. My hands smoothed across his wide shoulders and tangled in his soft hair. He ran his teeth up my neck and scraped my earlobe as his palms roamed my body ― down my back, up my ribcage, over the underside of my arms. He dipped his head and trailed his tongue along my collarbone, sending a shiver of pleasure rocketing through me.
    My fingers tightened in his hair as a small whine escaped my throat.
    “Do you like that?” his words escaped in a throaty whisper.
    “Yes,” I hissed, my eyes closed as my hips moved against his. Thoughts dashed in and out of my head. I felt like I was supposed to grasp their meaning, but too much vodka in too little time had left me with the inability to think straight.
    “I want my tongue all over your body.”
    My breath caught as he continued to lick and scrape with his teeth.
    “I want that, too.” Arousal flooded my system and landed between my thighs.
    “You shudder when I touch you.” He ghosted one fingertip up the underside of my arm. My head swam in a cocktail of alcohol and lust. I exposed my neck as Tristan's tongue laved up my throat.
    “Oh, God.”
    “I’ve been called that once or twice.” He slid a hand down my leg and gripped my thigh possessively.
    “Oh, God,” I said again as the fog slowly dissipated from my brain. Tristan kneaded the flesh of my thigh as his other hand held my neck. “Tristan.”
    “I love when you say my name.” The words escaped his lips on a husky exhale.
    “Tristan, stop,” I breathed, my eyes still closed. His hands stilled on me instantly and he rested his forehead on mine. “I'm with someone,” I whispered halfheartedly.
    “He's not here tonight.” His palm tightened on my thigh.
    “Tristan, stop.” My chest was heaving with each labored breath. His hands slid up my arms and caught both of my wrists, locking them above my head. My eyes finally flickered open and Tristan's heavy-lidded gaze bore into mine. All trace of a smile left his face as his jaw tightened.
    “You say stop, but your body says go,” he whispered in my ear. “I can tell that you want this, Georgia.” My name falling off his lips made my heart skip. His