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“Not the tune you were singing a couple minutes ago.” She fought the urge to smile back.
“Take off, okay? Don’t want you to get in trouble on my account. I gotta see if I can find Kelly.”
“Kelly Crossman? Not her too.” His grin faded. “She must be here thanks to you. She’d never go for a place like this.”
“Whoa. You’re sounding mighty self- righteous for someone with a glow- in- the- dark condom in his pocket.”
“Why haven’t you asked who I am?”
Because I know.
She cleared her throat. She didn’t know, not really. He wasn’t Nicky. No way. He’d carried books of poetry in his back pocket, for cripes’ sake. This guy just smiled like him. And somehow, he knew how to defuse her anger, just as Nicky had.
One of the many reasons he’d scared her so fucking much.
“I have to look for Kelly,” she said, pushing past him and shoving her way through the crowd.
He followed her upstairs, shadowing her through the lounge and steam room.
Finally, when she’d examined every crevice to no avail, he gripped her hand. “Let’s go.”
Arguing seemed futile. Kelly was nowhere in sight. Sighing, she led the way to the back stairs, relieved the club had mostly emptied. At least she wouldn’t be trampled to death.
“We should split,” she said once they stepped out into the sultry night, though she didn’t hear much shouting anymore. Back here, the voices seemed fainter and she certainly didn’t hear any sirens. She wasn’t sure if a raid at a sex club warranted bringing out the big guns.
Truthfully, she wasn’t in a big hurry to go. He’d stayed with her even when leaving had seemed smarter, and he hadn’t rushed her. He’d even helped look for Kelly. Then there was what they’d started inside …
“Not yet.”
He leaned down, kissing her hard enough to scatter the last remaining marbles of sense in her head. His height dwarfed hers but she inched up on her tiptoes to devour his mouth. And the rest of him. His lips, his chest under her stroking fingers, the long cock she couldn’t stop brushing against like a cat seeking an eager hand. Patron had nothing on the liquid warmth this guy set ablaze in her belly.
Perspiration trickled down the backs of her knees. God, she was incinerating and it wasn’t due only to the scorching heat index. She plastered her body to his and absorbed the feeling of his heartbeat against hers. Knowing he wanted her made her crave him more.
“I have to be inside you,” he whispered, his hot breath wafting across her lips. “Where can we go?”
Alana waved a hand at the short embankment behind the club. She didn’t particularly want to lie down in the grass in the dark— who knew what squishy things could be creeping about?— but she wasn’t about to go home without more of where that kiss had come from.
He didn’t balk. His earlier reservations seemingly gone, he pulled her deeper into the shadows. They were completely alone, their only company the mosquitoes buzzing around
the weak spotlight above the back door of the club. Crickets chirped and she smelled ripe, warm earth.
Slowly, he traced a fingertip down her cheek. The reverent way he touched her destroyed her reservations. Despite the heat, she shivered as he tugged her top down her shoulders. The more skin he revealed, the more her shivering grew. His gaze stayed steady on her breasts, encased in red satin, and her nipples pebbled under his inspection. His look was as potent as a touch, and everything inside her drew achingly tight.
Tonight was going to be the acting job of her life. Even if she managed to convince him she was just out for another good time, she’d never convince herself.
Too soon he slipped away from her to sit on the low- rise hill. The sound of his zipper opening broke the heavy silence and she almost panted at the idea of his fingers brushing his cock as he freed himself.
She’d done that to him, made him so hard and hot. From the moment he’d first glanced at her in the club, he’d only looked her way. She knew this wasn’t about some random fuck with him. Maybe she didn’t fully understand what made her special, but she couldn’t turn away now.
“Come ride me,” he murmured, his husky voice whispering erotically along her skin.
She yanked her shirt back up onto her shoulders and joined him on the grass.
Coming sounded excellent. Even the threat of cops just added to the thrill. Besides, she’d been caught bare- assed before. Back when she’d really been all about having fun, not just pretending to be a carefree party girl.
Before her conscience could weigh in— and surprisingly, it didn’t have as much interest in orgasms— she tugged up her skirt and stood over him. Hungrily, she eyed the definite rise of pale, hard flesh in the moonlight. Her breath caught, releasing in a laugh as he donned the blue condom and lit up his erection.
“Handy.”
