"What do you think you're doing?" He growled in her ear, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Olivia laughs, placing one hand on his at her waist and the other behind his head, holding him to her.
"Dancing," she answers teasingly.
He snorts. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
"I got you out on the dance floor didn't I?" She says, smirking as she places a wet kiss just below his ear.
"Well, these guys...and girls actually, aren't very good at keeping their hands to themselves. Someone's gotta show them who you belong to," he says lowly.
"Who I belong to? Rafael Barba, if your mother could hear you now."
He ignores her jab at his territorial behavior and spins her in his arms. "You're mine," he says, moving his hands to tangle in her hair and presses his mouth to hers, taking control and deepening the kiss almost immediately. She feels the pull down to her toes, and couldn't hold back a moan if she wanted to.
Trailing one hand down her back, he pulls her hips into his, showing her just how much he wants her.
She breaks the kiss to whisper in his ear, "Take me home."
"I thought you'd never ask."