Jake’s POV

I didn’t wait for someone else to make a move.

She was still dancing when I reached her, moving her body freely to the music, her dark hair sticking lightly to her neck. Up close the dress looked even tighter, stretched over her soft hips and the full curve of her ass. That faint pull of recognition brushed the edge of my mind again, but the ache in my cock was louder. I didn’t care who she was. Not tonight.

She turned when I stepped into her space. Her eyes dragged over my chest and shoulders, then dropped lower, lingering on the obvious bulge in my jeans before...