“Wanna dance with me?” she asks, fluttering her lashes.
My cock throbs, and I nod. “Fuck yes.”
Chapter Twenty
Cove
Ravvi is normally an utmost gentleman, but tonight there’s a gleam in his dark brown eyes that speaks to him being ready to cause chaos.
“You know this is the shit my dreams are made of. Right, Clover?” His lithely muscled chest feels strong under my palms, and I gasp as his hands tighten on my ass. “All I’ve ever wanted was your body pressed to mine.”
I had no idea dancing could feel like foreplay, but it does.
I’m addicted to his smirk as he teases me through multiple songs. He knows how to slide his hands over my body to touch the line of being inappropriate, but he never steps over it. That’s a good thing considering our location.
I’m achy and needy, desperate for more. I wobble in my heels as I stretch up to capture his lips, but he plants his knee between my thighs and locks his hand down on my lower back. It keeps me in place and feels incredible as I grind against him, lost to the music and the hits of his pheromones that I suck down between tantalizing kisses.
My body buzzes, and I pull back, staring up into his eyes.
“Come on…” I grab his hand, spin around, and head for the stairs.
This club is nothing like a normal venue, so the greenroom we were given is tiny. The upside is that the place is new, and they gave us fancy keycards to ensure none of our stuff would be bothered while we were out chatting up the audience.
The door clicks closed behind me, and I spin around, pinning Ravvi to it. Okay, he could get away if he really wanted to, but he clearly needs me as much as I need him. His hands are greedy, groping my ass and pulling my cheeks apart. It makes my clit ache with the same pulse that echoes in my nipples.
I melt into him as my legs shake. One second, I’m pinning him to the door, and the next, he picks me up, wraps me around his chest, and my back hits the wall.
Ravvi is six-one or six-two, and the height difference isn’t nearly as bad like this, since I have a long torso.
His hand tightens on my ass while the other tangles in my hair at the base of my skull. I have no idea why I love it so much, but I shiver. His beard scratches my cheek as he kisses down my jaw and moves to suck on my neck.
I want to give in to experiencing the sensations, but I also want to get to the good stuff.
Hell, it all feels amazing.
Weaving my arms under his, I pull up the bottom of his T-shirt and focus on getting his belt open. He’s entirely too good at distracting me, but I’m determined. His belt falls open, and I move to work on his zipper and button, but Ravvi pulls me off the wall and walks us somewhere.
I assume he’s aiming for the love seat. Only, I’m proven wrong when he bypasses it and kicks open the door to the smallbathroom. It’s basic, with a small sink, a chair in the corner, and a cabinet filled with God knows what.
My ass lands on the countertop, and I plant my palms on the edge to keep myself upright as his calloused hands work up my thighs.
He yanks off my thong, and I have no idea where it disappears to because he’s kissing me again. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and wraps my feet around his ass.
My skirt hikes up around my hips, and the backs of his fingers brush my swollen sex.
I’m drenched, which makes him growl against my lips. I wish I could explore him with my hands like he did for me while we were dancing, but my head is fuzzy. Not to mention how wobbly I am hanging half off the countertop.
“You’re fucking killing me here, Clover.” Ravvi buries two fingers inside me, and my jaw falls. It’s exactly what I needed, but he seals his lips to mine before I can tell him that. He works his thick digits in and out of my pussy, stretching them and hitting places that I didn’t even know existed. “Goddamn. I want to spend days with my face buried in your slick little cunt.”
He nips at my lips as his palm brushes my swollen nub, and I get even hazier. My tits ache, and I use my feet on his ass to make it easier to grind to meet him.
My inner walls quiver, and it takes everything in me not to beg for him to bite me. I’m about to tumble over the edge when he pulls his fingers free of my sex.
I whine.
Ravvi growls a low, feral sound that makes my core clench around nothing. The next thing I know, he tugs me off the counter and gets me settled on my feet. His hands land on my hips, and he spins me to face the mirror over the sink.
My lips are swollen.
