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Igive him a tight-lipped smile, completely uninterested in talking to him, fan or not.
“Comeon,”Isay toShae.
Shefrowns and pulls out of my grip. “Whyare you here,Devon?Ididn’t call you.AndI’mnot ready to go home.”
“Yes, you are.”Idon’t know what’s gotten into me, but without saying anything more to the dude she was with,Istart guiding her off the dance floor with my hand on her back.
Shedigs her heels in and stops. “Whatare you doing?”
Iclench my jaw, then take her by the wrist and pull her through the crowd until we get to the far side of the bar, out of sight of the tables.
Ipress her back to the wall.She’sbreathing hard and looking at me with confusion and anger written all over her face.Myown anger, as irrational as it is, is spiking. “Havingtoo much fun dancing with that asshole to leave?”
Herback goes ramrod straight. “What’sgotten into you?”
Icouldn’t explain it ifItried, and it’s pissing me off thatIcan’t control myself when it comes to her. “Wereyou planning to take him home with you?It’sbeen a while since you’ve had sex, right?Goingto end the drought tonight?”
Shefreezes, stares, and when she finally speaks, it’s with slow precision. “IfIwas, it wouldn’t be any of your business, would it?Whatabout you?Gotanymodelswaiting in your car for you?”
She’sjealous.AndIfucking like it.Becauseit’s the same damn emotion that’s been eating at me sinceBeaushowed me that photo.Fuck, for far longer than that.Andit’s only fair that ifI’msuffering, she is too.
Imove in closer, my chest brushing hers.Idon’t bother answering her question about models in my car.She’llfind out herself in a minute.ButIdo respond to her other statement. “Itismy business because it’s my apartment, andIdon’t want you bringing him back there.”
“It’snot justyourapartment,” she snaps.Asif she thinksBeauwould be any happier if she brought some random dude back with her.
Andthat’s when it hits me like a damn sledgehammer to my chest.Beauwon’t be there tonight.Myheart thunders against my ribs, andIfist my hands.Shae’sstill staring up at me, her eyes bright with anger, looking so fucking gorgeous—so fuckingmine—thatIcan’t hold back any longer.Ibend my head and crush my lips to hers.
I’mdone fighting this.
Fora heartbeat, she stiffens, andIbrace myself for her to push me away, but then she’s melting into me, her hands gripping at my biceps.
I’mfucking devouring her right here in this club.Ijust hope to god no one can see us back here.Becausethe last thingIneed is for word to get back toBeau.Buteven that worry is a distant echo because the taste of her is taking over my mind, filling me with a desperate need to have her.
Tohaveallof her.
WhenIeventually pull away, her gaze is hazy, her mouth swollen from my kiss.
“Devon,” she breathes. “Ithought you said—”
“Iwas wrong.Sofucking wrong.”Icup her jaw, my thumb brushing her cheek.Ilean closer, breathe into her ear, “Beau’snot going to be home tonight.”
Ipull back a few inches, searching her face for understanding and find it.Herpupils dilate and she wets her lips.Thetemptation is too strong to resist.Ifollow the path of her tongue with mine, ending with a nip that makes her gasp.
Stillholding her jaw,Iangle her head to the side, drag my lips across her cheek, and press my mouth to the tender skin by her ear. “Letme have you tonight,Shae.”
Shetrembles in my grasp, and whenIlet go of her, she meets my gaze, her eyes big. “Ididn’t think you wanted that.”
“Ishouldn’t want it, butIdo.Ireally fucking do.”
Shecloses her eyes, and my pulse slams in my throat asIwait for her response.Itfeels like forever before her eyelashes flutter open, and the needIsee burning there is as bright as the fire inside me. “Takeme home,Devon.”
ChapterEighteen
Shae
Nervesrattlethrough me asIsit in the passenger seat ofDevon’scar.Everynow and then,Isneak a look at him.Hisjaw is fixed in a sharp line, the passing headlights catching his eyes and making them glitter.
Iswallow hard, then press a hand to my sternum, feeling my racing heartbeat under my palm.
