We were goingup?
I followed, ascending the steps until we reached the second floor, where only a few people mingled, gazing out at the groups below. There were several rooms with dark red curtains covering them. Rowen pulled one open and ushered me inside.
It was a private booth with low lighting and a small, lowered table in the middle.
A server wearing all black appeared soon after we sat on the curved bench, my stepbrother’s arm settling around me, music filling the silence just enough to make the space more intimate.
“Welcome back, Mr. Thompson,” he greeted. “Your usual?”
Rowen shook his head. “We’ll take a bottle of something expensive, Kevin. Light and fruity. I want to spoil my date.”
I couldn’t help but stare at him, looking ridiculously hot, oozing confidence, like he knew people held their breaths around him, that he left them in awe.
As close to seven as we were, it had only taken him a few minutes to get ready.
But it had been more than enough.
He hadn’t shaved his five o’clock shadow or styled his hair, but the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ effort was perfect for him.
He didn’t own a single suit, so I’d picked out a pair of dark washed jeans that hugged his thighs, a dark gray dress shirt that stretched a little over his broad chest, and his damn leather jacket.
That jacket.
He didn’t just look good. He looked delicious, dangerous even, and every woman in the room would notice.
It made me want to cling to him, but we were alone here, and I was afraid he wouldn’t understand the fear of losing him to someone better than me, more fitting for him.
“Right away,” Kevin said before slipping out.
Rowen turned, catching me staring at him. My lungs suddenly forgot how to work, but I held his eye contact. My heart was thumping so loudly, I was surprised he couldn’t hear it. I wanted to kiss him, show him just how badly I wanted him.
His mouth lifted in a small smirk, as though he could hear my thoughts.
“You’ve been quiet.” He brushed some hair behind my ear, making me shiver.
“Just thinking,” I responded quietly, my eyes dropping to see his tongue flirt with his bottom lip.
He shifted closer, and his hand landed on my thigh, lighting my nerves on fire. His fingers crawled their way under my dress, getting close but never touching where I wanted him most.
“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, observing my every movement with intent.
I swallowed. “You.”
His fingers grazed over my bare pussy, and I gasped. That was when he dove for my mouth, his tongue leading the charge, filling my mouth, reminding me how he made sin taste like a fucking dessert bar.
I thought he was going to push for more, maybe finger bang me in the booth, but we were interrupted by a throat clearing. Kevin stood between the drapes, eyes down, holding an ice bucket and two glasses.
“Shall I pour your drinks?” he asked Rowen.
My stepbrother didn’t even look in his direction as he said, “That would be great.”
We were millimeters away from each other, his hand between my thighs, thumb tracing my skin, our breaths mingling, eyes locked.
“So, what are you thinking?” Rowen asked when the server left.
“That you look hot,” I admitted, watching his face darken at my boldness. “And it’s driving me crazy to be out here. I want to go home,” I kept going. “We can go out tomorrow night.”
He chuckled, his eyes mocking me. Then, his hand was grabbing my chin, forcing me to look toward the curtains so he could pepper my jaw with soft, punishing kisses. “You did this to yourself, kitten,” he growled low in my ear. “You begged for this, dressed me up, and now you want me to take you back home already?” He tugged my earlobe between his teeth, biting hard enough to make me hiss. “We will stay here until I decide I’m ready to go home and fuck your tight, needy pussy until you pass out.”
