"We should be. Otherwise we're going to need to find a darker place or head back to your home." But Trouble wasn't moving. Instead, she ground back against him, her hand coming up to slide around the back of Aden's neck and keep close. The simple innocence of the dance was giving way to far more interesting things.
Trouble licked her lips as her skirt hiked up a little bit and grinned. 'Good, I think I like you riled up best." She purposefully grounded firmly against him, letting the round curve of her ass grind back against the front of his pants. "Because you're doing the same damn thing to me."