Page 44 of Privilege

Lucia was headed right for the swell of people dancing, and Renzo moved to catch up. He caught her wrist in his hand, and winked when she tossed a look over her shoulder to make sure it was him who had grabbed her. He wanted to make sure he kept at least one hand on this girl just in case she felt like trying to get lost.

God knew he wouldn’t find her in the people.

“Do you dance?” she asked.

He didn’t hear her voice over the music, but her moving lips were enough for him to discern what she said. Renzo shrugged one shoulder, and nodded.

He could dance.

He just didn’t do it often.

Lucia wasn’t going to give him a choice, apparently. She pulled him onto the makeshift dance floor, and before he knew it, the rest of the warehouse disappeared as all he cared to focus on was Lucia in her white flowy dress as all her soft curves pressed against him and moved in the best way possible. Her gaze locked on his as the song changed again, and he dragged her closer still.

She was prettier like this.

Carefree, and relaxed. Grinning in that way with a laugh on the tip of her tongue. Equal parts sweet and coy.

And none of that mattered when her body grinded against his, and his cock perked at the sensation. None of that mattered when he could get his hands on her skin, and all he could see was her under the strobes.

He didn’t even think about it, really. The next time she came in close with the swell of the beat, Renzo’s hands came up to cup her throat and jaw. He moved in fast because all he could think about was what does she taste like? The second his lips touched hers—soft and slow at first—electricity zipped through his body like a jolt waking him up from a dead sleep. That first taste wasn’t nearly enough. He only wanted more. Add in the fact Lucia fisted his leather jacket to drag him closer, and her sweet lips parted so that her tongue could strike out against the seam of his mouth, and he was fucking done.

There was no hesitance in her kiss—just a burning heat that seared him from the inside out as her tongue warred with his, unafraid of the way his equally lashed back to find more of her taste. Soft curves pushed against his hard lines, and for a second, he was pretty sure he forgot where he was.

He was right, though.

She did taste like sweetness and sin.

It was only a whoop from the crowd that finally broke their kiss, but the second it was done, he was ready to drag her back again for a second round.

Lucia’s head tipped up, and a slow smile spread across her features. “There’s an upstairs?”

He looked up, too.

“Guess so.”

“Let’s go see what it looks like from up there.”

Who was he to argue?

“Let’s go, babe,” he murmured.

Lucia tugged him along, and Renzo was all too happy to follow given the view he had of her ass swaying under that dress. He didn’t even realize he’d climbed a set of metal, spiral stairs until Lucia was leaning over a railing with hooded eyes looking his way. In a blink, she’d gone from looking entirely too innocent to something else entirely.

And that was from a kiss.

What might she look like if he stripped her bare?

Christ.

“How long do these go?” she asked.

“Til the sun starts to peak.”

That smile was back.

He wanted her to keep smiling.

“Ren! Hey, man, you working tonight?”