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As soon as I touch my tongue to his, he growls like a starving lion and pulls me closer. My entire body trembles, my legs threatening to collapse beneath me. I feel his erection against my stomach. He's so hard. Jesus. There's no way that's comfortable.
I press closer, pushing my hands into his hair. Within seconds, I lose track of everything but him and the way he takes my mouth like he owns it. There isn't anything soft or hesitant about this kiss. It's hours of pent-up lust, exploding between us like a volcano going off. The power of it shakes my whole world.
I think it shakes his too. He keeps rubbing against me and growling, squeezing my ass like he owns that too, like he can't keep his hands off it. The world spins when he backs me up against the wall, thrusting his knee between my legs to help keep me upright.
Except having pressure right there has me melting into a puddle at his feet. It feels so good. I never knew how good that could feel. I grind against his leg, completely shameless as the movement sends little licks of pleasure stroking through me in a thousand different places.
"Fuck," he growls, biting my bottom lip when I tug on the soft strands of his hair. "Keep grinding that little pussy on me, and I'm going to lose my mind."
"Do that then," I pull back to moan.
He chases my mouth with his, not letting me get too far from him. I love that, love how greedy he is for more. It makes me feel the same way. I grind against him again.
"Jesus," I whisper against his lips. "Why does that feel so good?"
"Ah, fuck, Laney. You're a virgin, aren't you?" he growls, his voice dark with desire. "Christ, I like knowing that. Grind that cunt all over me, angel. Make yourself feel good."
I try, except he's doing a pretty good job of that himself, using his hands on my ass to move me against him. His erection nudges against my clit again and then again.
I whimper, trying to tell him…I don't know what.
I don't get the chance to find out.
"Wes!"
He freezes with his hands on my ass.
I freeze too.
"Son of a bitch," he growls, slowly pulling back to look at me. His eyes practically scorch me, they're so full of heat and frustration. "Don't regret it."
"I…okay," I whisper.
He exhales a short breath and then presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. It settles me a little bit. At least, I feel less like I want to run for the nearest exit. We just got busted dry humping in themiddle of the freaking arena. The paparazzi would have a field day with that if they saw us.
"I'm killing Theo," Weston mutters before reluctantly prying his hands off me.
I consider helping. Nashville is a large city. Plenty of places to hide a body.
Before I get much further in planning, Theo Kline's dark head appears over Weston's shoulder.
"Holy shit," he whispers, looking right at me. Like Weston, Theo is hot. He's got crazy green eyes and full lips. Aside from his nose, which he's broken several times, his face is perfection. He grins at me. "Hey, Laney."
"Um, hi."
"Don't look at her," Weston growls at him, shifting to block Theo's view.
"My bad," Theo mutters. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Just thought you should know there's a group of little kids coming through the doors in the next five minutes."
"Shit. Thanks."
"No problem." Theo hesitates for a long minute. "Never seen you with a girl before. It's fucking me up a little."
"She's not a girl," Weston mutters and then curses when I flinch. "I mean, she's not just a girl. She's my future wife."
Wait, what?
"Nice," Theo says. "You going to introduce her to the team soon?"
