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He returned her kiss but she felt his hesitation. Finally she eased back and sighed.
“Is the honeymoon over already?”
“Did we get married and I slept through it?” His fingers brushed her cheek.
“Wouldn’t surprise me. You wore me out last night.” “And this morning,” she added.
He glanced over as Ramon and Caycee slunk away. “Yeah.”
She struggled not to panic. He’d probably just had a rough night at work. It wasn’t that he’d reconsidered everything. Reconsidered her. “What’s wrong, Carter?” His eyebrows rose.
“I don’t think you’ve ever called me anything but Nicky. Well, except that one time at the dance, when you asked me to please get away from you.” She turned her head away. Would the stench of her past behavior ever stop shadowing her like moldy garbage?
No. Not until you fix it.
She couldn’t have this conversation here. Not where half- naked people gyrated five feet away while others did a whole different kind of bump- and- grind entirely.
Alana leaned up to stroke his jaw, savoring the prickle of stubble against her palm.
She’d never ached for a man the way she wanted him, and that was saying a lot since guys were pretty much her favorite dessert. “Can we go somewhere?” Even in the shifting strobe lights, she saw his shoulders tense. “The steam room you mentioned?”
“Would you go up there for your story? Or for me?”
“I have enough for the piece. It’s just an overview of one hot new club in town and exactly how hot it gets. I’m not looking to get this place shut down.”
“So take the story out of the equation. If I wanted to go all the way in front of everyone, are you game? I know this isn’t exactly your scene.”
“If it’s yours, I’ll give it a try.” He released a strained chuckle. “Not like I won’t get something out of the deal, right?”
She bit her lip at the quiver in her chest. If Carter Nicholas were any more of a keeper, she wouldn’t have a chance at convincing herself he belonged in her life.
Or worse, convincing him.
“Let’s go outside,” she said. “I want to talk to you alone.” He gripped her hand to lead her through the booty- bumping crowd. Longingly, she glanced at the bottles of alcohol as they passed the bar. If only she could down a little liquid courage first.
Kelly was nowhere in sight. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not— or what had gotten into her best friend tonight— but she’d be sure to question her in detail tomorrow.
First she had to stake her claim.
They stepped into the humid, airless night. She gripped Nicky’s hand as they walked behind the club. She was fine, good even, until she glanced at the spot where they’d … come together.
What was wrong with her? She wasn’t some love- struck chick. She just liked sex.
Making it more in her head was a recipe for disaster.
She swallowed to relieve her tight throat. Besides, her vacation was over in a few days and she’d be going home to Virginia. Far away from Nicky. Far away from love. Her family’s, her friends’. His.
As soon as she stepped into the shadows, he pulled her into his arms. This kiss wasn’t slow. Or gentle. His tongue swiftly separated her lips and swept inside, teasing her senses with the subtle flavor of crisp white wine.
He must’ve stopped by the bar on his way to meet her. Had he needed some courage of his own?
She wound her arms around his neck as she strained against the erection nudging her stomach. Hot and hard, that unyielding flesh only made her feel softer and wetter.
She ached to be spread open in front of him, giving instead of just taking.
Finally he tore his mouth away. “I’m sorry. I know you want to talk, but one look at you and I can’t think.”
“I know.”
