His eyebrows shoot up, and a smirk curls over his lips. "Is that an actual invitation?"
I laugh so hard I nearly lose my balance. "Of course not." The denial only makes me laugh harder, and my head tips back, my hair sticking to the sweat on my forehead. Then, out of nowhere, Mateo's hand comes down hard on my ass.
I gasp so loud it startles even me, my whole face going red instantly. "D-did you just, "
Oh, this bitch did not.
"Yes," Mateo purrs into my ear, his voice low and rough, dripping with smugness. "Yes, I did."
For some reason, maybe the vodka, maybe just him, I can't even be mad about it. My face burns hotter, my body pressed even closer to his. "That was hot," I mumble, barely audible over the music.
"What was that?" His hand travels higher, up my chest, sliding over my collarbone before wrapping firmly around my throat. His grip is possessive, intoxicating.
I shiver and repeat louder this time, "That was hot."
