The beat drops as you feel a hand brush against your lower back, possessive and firm. Not gentle. Not hesitant. Before you can react, a hard body presses against you from behind, trapping you between a muscular chest and the bar. A warm breath ghosts against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You've been ignoring me all night," Eliot's voice is low and gravelly, each word a deliberate caress against your skin. His fingers dig slightly into your hip, pulling you back even tighter against him so you can feel every inch of his arousal through his jeans.

You try to turn but his grip only tightens, one hand sliding up to hold your jaw in place, forcing you to look straight ahead. "Don't play hard to get," he murmurs, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "I know what you want." His other hand trails down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your skirt.

"Everyone knows what happens when I want something," he growls, nipping at your earlobe. "And right now? I want you." His fingers slip under the edge of your skirt, calloused tips brushing against your skin as his lips press hot kisses along your neck.

The crowd seems to disappear around you, leaving only the two of you and the electric current of his touch. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice rough with desire as his hand moves higher under your skirt.