And fuck, I was hammered with another swell of possession. Feet knocked out from underneath me, body tossed and toppling in the tide that sucked me under and dragged me into a sea of greed.
So thick it might as well have been quicksand.
I drained my drink and slammed the empty onto the bar as I stood.
Could barely make out Lulu’s chuckle from behind and her muttered, “That’s what I thought,” as I stalked in Brinley’s direction.
The woman’s gaze seared a hole through the middle of me as I approached.
Brinley swayed.
All sultry like, teasing away my restraints.
My stride was slow and measured, like in the space and time that separated us I might be able to squash whatever the fuck it was that I was feeling.
No chance of it because it was only multiplying with each step that brought us closer.
When she was within two feet of me, I snatched her by the wrist and hauled her against me.
All that soft, decadent flesh against every hard inch at the front of my body.
So fucking sweet.
Brinley gasped, eyes going wide, lust running rampant through their depths.
I growled as I wound an arm around her waist and tugged her even tighter against me, mouth pressed to her ear so only she could hear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
It was grit.
Gravel.
Rutted breaths heaved from her, and with each jagged exhale, it pressed her tits against my chest.
Tendrils of her aura slipped through my nostrils and wound into my lungs.
Apples and almonds and cream.
I wanted to take a giant bite. Now that I’d had a taste, I was terrified I would never get my fill.
“Dancing.” It wisped from her. Both a challenge and a plea.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
She lifted that defiant chin. “You told me I could go anywhere on this property except for the places it was clear I shouldn’t be.”
“And you should know full well this isn’t one of those places.”
“You said I was allowed in the clubhouse.”
“Not if you’re looking for trouble.”
“And what kind of trouble am I looking for, Silas Mercer?” Both brows lifted as she dispatched what was nothing less than a taunt.
“You know exactly what kind of trouble you’re looking for. Know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
My nose hit the angle of her jaw as I mumbled it, and I was only faintly aware that I was breaking at least a hundred of my own rules by doing it.
Right out in the open and in plain sight of my crew.
