The minute I walked into the club my adrenaline was racing. I hadn't even had a drink yet but I felt like I had. Despite it being a weeknight, the club had a decent amount of people in it. I knew that by the time Zayn got here a lot more would be on the dance floor.
The music was so loud that I could feel the beat in my chest. I noticed a few eyes on me as I walked in, but instead of acknowledging them, I walked straight to the bar. "Two tequila shots, please." I smiled sweetly as the handsome bartender. He poured out the tequila and set it on the bar in front of me. I licked my thumb and coated the area with salt. The bartender put two lemon slices in a cup next to me and the turned to help another person.
I quickly sucked the salt off of my hand and then downed the tequila. It started burning almost instantly and a feeling of warmth took over my chest. I grabbed the lemon and sucked on the sour juice to chase down the tequila. I finished off the other shot a minute later.
As I sat and waited for the alcohol to take its full affect, I watched the people that were all dancing. It was weird to see how many different dancing styles there were and even to watch the people who were too 'cool' to dance. I was never too cool to dance.
Within five minutes I could already start to feel the effects of the tequila. I climbed off the barstool and made my way to the dance floor. It was more crowded now and I could see couple grinding on each other in every direction. The temperature immediately rose as I go onto the dance floor because of the amount of people.
A fast-paced and loud song came on and I felt my body start to move. Before I knew it, I had danced to at least five songs and my heart was racing. A big smile spread on my face as song I loved came on. I moved my hips back and forth as my fingers ran through my hair.
I let the music take over me and I closed my eyes. Passion filled my body as I danced and I didn't care who saw me. The beat pulled at my body and I found myself dancing uncontrollably.
I looked up and a tall man was standing in front of me dancing as well. He had a smile on his face as he watched me and I smiled back. I knew he probably wanted me to grind with him but that wasn't going to happen. I slowly pulled away from the man and started dancing by myself again.
A thin layer of sweat was already covering my body and my hair was sticking to my back. I didn't care about the sweat; it was bound to happen whether I liked it or not. I shouldn't worry about something so stupid and have it ruin my good time.
I could feel the eyes of lusty men and jealous women on me but I ignored them. It was my time to have fun and dance a little before Zayn got here. The song changed to a slower one that I didn't recognize so I got off the dance floor and went straight to the bar. "One mojito, please." I smiled and watched the bartender make my drink.
I downed it quickly before returning to the dance floor. I was surprised by how much more crowded it was this time. Sweaty bodies of women and men were bumping against me as I danced.
I looked up and away from the dance floor and smirked when I noticed a familiar, confused face. He was wearing the clothes I had set out for him, which made him look extremely delectable. He hadn't noticed me yet and I didn't want to go announce myself to him. He had to work for me.
I watched him as I danced in the crowd. He was looking around the club and started walking to the bar. I wasn't surprised that he hadn't seen me because there were a lot of tall people around me.
He looked so sexy as I stared at him. I knew all of the women were looking at him and wishing they were with him instead of their current partner. I was pretty sure a bunch of guys were looking at him because they could tell their girlfriends were looking at him.
His eyes looked darker and more mysterious as he looked around. He looked different tonight but it was a good different. Maybe it was simply because I had never seen him in this kind of environment.
I lost sight of him for a minute before I realized that he was talking to the bartender who then pointed right at me. Zayn's head turned instantly and his eyes locked with him. My legs were weak the minute he smiled at me. He said something else to the bartender before starting to walk over to me.
He hadn't played fair so I wasn't going to. When he got to the edge of the circle, I ducked down so he wouldn't see me and made my way out. I spun back around to see his eyes on me. He walked out slowly and I walked backwards away from him with a wicked smile.
"How did you manage to sneak in here?" He asked me when he was closer. I was surprised that he wasn't actually angry with me. I had kind of assumed that he would be pissed that I went to a club...guess not.
"I used my fake," I raised my eyebrows and watched him sigh. He ran his fingers through his hands before looking back up at me.
"You really shouldn't be telling me that..." He groaned. He was a cop after all and could probably arrest me if he needed to. In fact, I wanted him to arrest me.
"Cuff me up then, officer," I winked at him and walked closer before grabbing his hand. "You need a drink..." I spun around and started to walk back to the bar but Zayn stood still. "What is it?" I said when I turned around to look at him.
"That dress looks so sexy on you," He said as his eyes scanned my body. I blushed and pulled at his hand again, leading him to the bar. I wanted to give him a good view of my bare back.
"One tequila shot, please," I ordered and the bartender started pouring.
"You're a bad influence," Zayn chuckled when the tequila was placed in front of him. He took the shot quickly and winced before sucking on the lemon. I was actually surprised that he was going along with the plan.
"Good boy," I whispered in his ear. "Now let's dance." I said as my hands explored his chest. I unbuttoned the top two buttons and he didn't protest.
I led him to the dance floor where he immediately pulled my bum against his crotch. I leaned back against him and started moving to the beat as his hands rested tightly on my hips. The longer we danced, the more comfortable Zayn got on.
His hands ran up and down my body slowly as I rolled my hips on his crotch. He hiked up my dress a little and ran his fingers up my inner thighs. He didn't go any further than that because he wasn't about to finger me in public.
His hands ran over my chest and immediately started massaging my breasts. I leaned my head against his shoulder as he squeezed. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?" He grunted softly in my ear.
"Not at all," I winked and suddenly he spun me around. "What?" I questioned when he pulled me to him again.
"A guy over there was giving you a look. I want to show him you're mine," He growled before grabbing my face and pulling me into him.
Our lips connected and my heart jumped. His tongue danced in my mouth as his hands explored my body and my hands tugged at his hair. He grunted in my mouth when my hand brushed against his crotch. His lips travelled to my neck and he sucked harshly as I let out soft moans. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs as he kissed me and I never wanted him to stop.
I pulled away suddenly and pushed past him to get another. I had ordered and downed a shot of vodka by the time he had gotten over to me. "How many drinks have you had?" He questioned.
"Two tequila shots, one mojito, and a vodka shot," I smiled before pulling him back to dance.
"You know I can't condone you drinking," He said once we were back and my arms were arms his neck.
"But you don't want to stop me, do you?" I winked before kissing him quickly.
"I don't want you to get too drunk," He smirked and wrapped his hands around my waist.
"I don't intend on it," I giggled and kissed him harder. I spun around and then started grinding against him. His hands tightened on my hips as I moved and when I leaned up, his hot breath hit the nape of my neck.
F.uck, we had only been together for a half an hour and I already wanted to go home and have him f.uck me into oblivion. I actually wanted to stay longer so I pulled away from him and led him to the outer edge of the circle where less people were grinding.
"What was that for?"
"I didn't want you to ruin your jeans..." I giggled before starting to dance to the music.
"Ha ha," He said sarcastically and I reached for his hands and started moving them. I swayed my hips and danced around him as he did some dance move I had never seen. He took my hand and spun me into him and then spun me out. Although it was completely the wrong song, it felt perfect.
"We should take dance lessons together," I giggled when he was holding me in between spins.
"Do you want me to die?" He laughed. I could barely hear him over the music but his facial expression told me that he wouldn't want to do it. In all honesty, I would be sick of it after one class.
Another song came on and we both started dancing like crazy. We didn't care that we probably looked like fools and that we were one of the few that were actually dancing. We were just happy to be with each other and to be having a good time. It was all I needed.
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