Clay glances over his shoulder at me, smiling at whatever he sees, eyes alight with an emotion I can’t place. Right at the back of the club is a doorway that I didn’t previously notice, a stern-faced bouncer guarding the entrance. The two men share a nod and the burly man steps to one side, allowing us past.
“Thank you,” I shoot back at him as we pass, smiling as I see a twitch of his lips breaking through his surly expression.
At the end of the corridor is a set of steps leading up to a separate section of the club that I didn’t even know existed. Overlooking the dancefloor below, it has a perfect view of the band. My eyes are wide as I glance around. We have our own bar, separate to the one downstairs, and high-backed circular couches create booths, giving an intimate feel to the space.
“Dance with me.” His voice is a deep rumble from behind me that makes my hair stand on end. It’s not a question or an invitation, leaving no room for disagreement.
I want to dance, especially it it’s with him. However, as soon as someone orders me to do anything, I automatically don’t wantto do it. My stubborn nature comes through and I fight against the person who ordered in the first place. Tonight, I want to be free and follow my instincts, and resisting Clay goes against that.
Raising a brow, I cock my hip to one side, not able to give in completely without giving him a little resistance. “You don’t seem like the dancing type.”
“For you, I am.” Walking backward with a smug grin, he leads me onto the small dance floor. Lifting his arm, he twirls me under it, watching my every move with an intensity that heats my blood. Delight blooms in my chest and my laugh is filled with joy as I spin. Again and again I twirl, my skirts flaring out around me, Clayton happily obliging as he leads the two of us.
The world spins, dizziness catching up with me and I stumble, colliding into him. Catching me, Clay embraces me and I end up being pressed against his chest. He chuckles and butterflies have a riot in my stomach as he brushes back a strand of my hair.
We dance to the music, losing all track of time, my hips swaying and his hands guiding my movements. The band is really good, as promised, but my attention isn’t on them. Instead, it’s on the man who watches me like I am the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. The way Clay looks at me is addictive, as though he would sacrifice anything for me. Like I am his oxygen and he would suffocate without me. It's intense, and honestly a little scary, but the thrill of it is too much to resist.
His chest is pressed to my back and I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass through his jeans. With each seductive sway of my hips, his hand gets dangerously lower, inch by inch. I’m so aroused that I feel as though I might combust, my blood boiling with my need for him. It is torture. It is fucking glorious.
Clay’s hand smooths over my hip and he spins me around to face him, and he gestures for us to sit down. Out of breath, I smile and nod, following him over to one of the black leatherbooths. My feet are killing me from all of the dancing and I really need to sit down for a bit. Plus, those booths look comfortable, perfect for a sneaky kiss or two. I sink down onto one of the seats, the leather cool against my flushed skin, and groan in relief as the pain in my feet eases. As soon as I sit, he is pressing up against me and his mouth is on mine. Gasping into his mouth, I eagerly return his kisses as he pushes me back against the leather seat.
This. I need this. I need him. I feel desired, cherished. Each of his kisses heals a piece of me that Jake fractured when he left. Between him and Bear, they are helping me become who I was meant to be, their affection making me grow.
All of a sudden, his hands are on my hips and he pulls me onto his lap so I’m sitting across his legs. With one of his hands supporting my back and the other on my hip, I feel completely secure in his arms. There is something else I can feel pretty clearly in this position too. His cock is straining against its denim prison and presses against the apex of my thighs.
Eyes rolling on a groan, I tilt my head back and shift my weight on his lap, desperate for the release his cock can offer. Clay chuckles at my display, kissing along the length of my neck until he reaches my ear. A slight sting on my lobe followed by the coolness of his tongue takes me by surprise. He just bit my ear.
Why does that turn me on so much?
“So eager, Holly,” he chides on a whisper, his breath tickling the soft shell of my ear. His hand moves up my spine until he reaches the back of my neck, his large fingers wrapping around. With anyone else, this might be terrifying, having a hand around your neck, but he’s careful not to restrict my throat, offering support and taking control at the same time. He’s got me exactly where he wants me.
Feeling brave, I lick my lower lip and flick my eyes over. “Are you going to give me what I want?”
His brows raise and a wicked smile pulls at his lips. “And what is it that you want, sweetheart?”
“You.” The answer is out of my mouth before I can stop myself. That isn’t what I was going to say. I’d intended to tell him to fuck me, but instead I’ve asked for something much greater than that. Him. Fuck.
His expression softens a little and he leans in to graze a kiss across my lips.
“Always.” The words sound like a whispered promise, something that lights a tiny spark of hope within me. He bites down lightly on my lower lip, pulling a gasp from me. Chuckling darkly, he kisses down my jaw and against my neck while his hand on my hip slowly starts to roam my body, showing me that I needn’t have worried about my reflex reaction to his question.
My head falls back in ecstasy, giving him greater access to my neck and collarbone, his hand around my neck giving me stability. This is… overwhelming, but oh so fucking good. His fingers suddenly brush against the soft skin of my inner thigh and I gasp in surprise. Bolting upright on his lap, I glance around and am suddenly reminded that we are in a public space. Although no one appears to be watching us, there is a risk that anyone could notice what we are doing at any moment.
Clay doesn’t seem to be alarmed by this, his smile becoming challenging. Despite the blatant goading in his expression and the continued movements of his hands on my thighs, I can see that he would stop in an instant should I want him too.
I’ve never done anything like this before and, to my surprise, it sends a thrill through me. Glancing down to where his fingers are tracing patterns against my skin, I see he’s managed to arrange my skirts so he has full access to my most intimate areas while still offering my dignity.
Meeting his challenging gaze with my own, I push my nerves down and shift my position on his lap, widening my legs so hehas better access to me. I can’t quite believe that I’m doing this. If Jake could see me now, he would have a heart attack, but it feels like an important step to moving on from him.
Clay’s gaze becomes wicked, igniting a flicker of excitement in me. It’s a dangerous expression and totally addictive. I want more. I wanthim.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, his hand inching ever closer to my core.
Fuck.If he keeps talking like that, then this little escapade won’t last long. Using his hand around the back of my neck, he encourages me to lean back, resting against his shoulder. His body is turned slightly, his back to the room, meaning that he’s actually protecting me from view of the rest of the club.
Before I can think on that, his hand finally reaches the apex of my thighs, fingers dipping to my core. Skimming over my clit, he hums, making sure to go back and give it plenty of attention.
Biting down on my lip, I lean against him for support, sparks of pleasure shooting through me in time to the movement of his fingers. It takes everything in me not to shout out or jerk on his lap, the sensations oh so divine. All rational thought has fled my mind at this point, my entire focus on us and the feel of his fingers on my clit.
