“Here you go,” he says, sitting between Bagger and me.
“Thanks, VP.”
Zig leans and starts a conversation with our Enforcer.
We’re sitting outside in the open air, and there are a million stars overhead.
Sipping my drink, my eyes stray over the many tables as well as those couples up dancing, and I spy Luisa standing on the edge of the patio where darkness takes over. Her eyes connect with mine, and she gestures with a nod toward the large storage building in the distance, then crosses the grounds to it and disappears around its corner.
My jaw muscles work. She’s trouble, and I need to stay the fuck away. I know better than to mess with her, especially when we’re guests at her father’s home—a man who is good friends with my club president.
I don’t want to piss Rio off, especially not at his engagement party. I’ve got a million reasons to stay away from this girl. All of this runs through my head. But the pull of her is strong, and I give in, setting my glass on a table and fading into the shadows.
Following her to the building, I find she’s waiting for me just around the corner, and the moment I reach it, she grabs me and drags me into her arms, her mouth desperate for mine.
Her lips are heaven, her kiss the epitome of desire and want and every erotic thought I’ve had about her all these past weeks. Her delicate, intoxicating scent envelopes me, and like a drug, it pulls me under her spell.
I’ve stayed away, even when she texted me a million times, begging me to meet her. I ignored every damn one.
But now, seeing her tonight, I can’t fight it. My willpower crumbles with just one look into those dark brown eyes.
I’ll be damned to hell for this, but I don’t fight it. I give in to her, wondering if I’m signing my soul over, or if I even have one left to give up.
Finally, I break the kiss to gasp in a breath and press my forehead to hers. “Goddamn, girl.”
“I missed you so.”
And then she’s pulling my mouth down to hers again.
We’re next to the door, and I try the handle, finding it unlocked. I pull her inside the dimly lit interior lined with metal shelving and big equipment. The emergency exit signs are all that light the space.
I spot several low pallets of straw and lead Luisa to it, taking her to her back and claiming her mouth once again.
My hands stroke all over her body. She’s wearing a Spanish-style outfit with a teal skirt, leather belt, and white blouse with a ruffled flounce around the neckline that falls off her shoulders. Her hair is down and flowy.
I breathe in her scent. That damn perfume she’s wearing has me instantly addicted.
My palm moves over her hip to her waist and up to her ribs and then covers her breast.
She stutters in a gasp when my hand squeezes and lifts her tit. I brush my thumb across the peak, and her nipple hardens to a pebble beneath the fabric. All I can think about is how much I want to close my mouth over the tight bud.
I don’t give her time to object, instead just plow forward and slip my hand inside the elastic neckline and find a strapless bra.
Dragging the lace cup down, I expose her glorious breast to my gaze. “Gorgeous. Just like I knew you’d be, baby.” Dipping my head, I capture her engorged nipple in my mouth, lave it with my tongue, and then suck hard.
Fucking heaven.
Luisa’s back arches, her head throws backward, and she clutches me to her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her neck rolling.
I can’t get enough of her, and I give her nipple lots of attention, then move to the other. My palm slides down her hip, and my fingers gather the fabric of the hem of her skirt. Once I’ve got my hand under the flounce, I stroke up her bare thigh.
Suddenly, her hands are pushing me away. “Blue—”
I pause, coming to my senses. She’s innocent, and I’m moving way too fast.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
