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“You danced with me in the club that time.”
“That was because the music was good. This is shit,” he smiles before he takes a sip of his Bud.
“I’m going to dance on my own then.” I walk backwards, dropping his hand as I do.
“Knock yourself out, Angel,” he says with a wink.
I walk over to the dance floor and choose a spot directly in Conor’s eye-line before I start to dance. The band is playing a cover of Body Like a Backroad and I sway my hips in time to the music. I’m aware of the two guys nearby and Conor’s eyes are drawn to them momentarily, before they flicker back to me. He narrows his eyes in warning, and I bite my lip as I drop my ass to the floor and pop back up.
The two guys edge closer, until they’re standing on either side of me, close enough that I can smell stale beer and cigarettes on their clothes and skin. I ignore them, keeping my eyes trained on my hot bodyguard.
“You shouldn’t be dancing like that here on your own, darlin’,” one of them says as he moves to stand in front of me, blocking Conor’s view.
“Oh, and why is that?” I glare at him.
“Someone might take advantage of your sweet nature,” he smirks at me, revealing a gold canine tooth.
“I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would have something to say about that.” I nod toward Conor and they both turn and look at him. He looks so out of place in this bar. He’s fucking beautiful and he's huge. Way bigger than any other guy in here. Aside from all that, there is just something about him that oozes danger and violence. I guess my two new buddies see it too, as they slope away without another word.
I keep dancing and can’t help but smile as Conor downs his beer and makes his way over to me. When he reaches me, he slides his hands onto my ass and pulls me close to him until our bodies are pressed tightly together. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, but he bends his head low, his lips brushing over my ear. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Angel,” he whispers.
“And what’s that, big guy?” I flutter my eyelashes at him.
“I can tell you’re in the mood for a little danger tonight, but you can grind that beautiful ass as much as you like, and I’m still not going to punish you. I will fucking kill anyone who touches you, though.”
The surge of heat between my thighs makes my knees buckle and the look in his eyes tells me he's well aware of it too. Even the thought of him punishing me makes me wet and desperate for him. He brushes the back of his knuckles over my cheek and I stifle a groan. “You want to stay in this shit hole and dance? Or you want to come back to the motel and dance for me?” he growls.
I blink up at him. I can’t deny that a part of me wants to stay in this bar and dance because I like this band and this music. But the prospect of what he will do to me once we’re alone has me a hot, trembling mess. “Let’s go,” I whisper, and he winks at me before guiding me out of the bar.
As soon as we’re back in the motel room, Conor kicks the door closed and pushes me up against the wall. He wraps one hand around my throat while the other reaches under my skirt and he tugs my panties to one side.
“You’re dripping, Angel,” he groans as he slides two fingers through my folds.
“I know,” I pant as I push my hips against his fingers. “Please, Conor. I need you inside me right now.”
“You want to be fucked against the wall like a stray I just picked up in a bar?” he growls in my ear.
“Yes,” I groan as he plunges his fingers inside me.
“Take out my cock,” he orders and I do as he tells me, unzipping his fly and squeezing his hard shaft, making him groan loudly. I plant soft kisses on his neck and a moan rumbles through his chest and throat.
“Turn around,” he orders.
When I do as he asks, he pulls my tank top up and off over my head before tossing it into the corner of the room. His warm fingertips trail softly down my back before he unhooks my bra and pushes it over my shoulders, letting my heavy breasts fall free. Once my top half is bare, he reaches around to my front and unzips my skirt before pushing it down over my legs, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties as his hands slide over my hips and pulling them off too. I step out of my clothes until I’m standing completely naked. His lips graze my back as he presses me against the wall. “You are so fucking beautiful. Every guy in that damn bar wanted you,” he growls against my skin.
“Conor,” I pant as I lean back against him. He pulls me toward him and begins walking me across the room until we’re standing in front of the dresser and the large mirror, with my back flush against his hard chest.
His powerful hands slide down the back of my thighs and then he lifts me and places me onto the wooden dresser so I’m kneeling directly in front of the mirror. Pressing his body against mine, he drags his teeth along my shoulder blade as his hands slide over my hips and between my thighs before he pulls them wide apart until I’m spread open for him. I watch him in the mirror as one hand slides up to my throat and the other slips between my slick folds.
“You remember the first time I fucked you, Angel? Just like this?” he growls against my ear.
“Yes,” I whimper, recalling the afternoon in the boutique when he had me try on clothes and underwear for him for hours until we could no longer keep our hands off each other. I am as desperate for his touch right now, needing him to sate this burning desire I have to have him inside me.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come apart for me, Jessie. I want you to watch me fucking you. I want you to see how good you look when I make you come and know that no one knows your body better than I do,” he whispers as he starts to draw slow, teasing circles over my clit while he increases the pressure on my windpipe slightly.
“Conor. Please?” I groan as I grind my hips against his hand until he gives me what I want and slides one of his thick fingers inside me, coaxing a rush of intense wet heat from me.
“Watching all those jackasses looking at you tonight made me so fucking hard, Angel. Seeing how much they wanted you and knowing they could never have you made me want to fuck you right in the middle of that dance floor.” His hand on my throat slips down to my breasts, and he squeezes one roughly. “Who do you belong to?” he demands, as he adds a second finger to my wet entrance.
