“Okay,” he said softly. While he still towered over her, his expression was less serious than it had been before. “Self-defense lesson is over for the evening. Sorry I spoiled the mood we had going on there, but with what happened downstairs earlier, I felt it was something we needed to talk about, and I didn’t want to let it wait.”
She nodded. “I understand. And you didn’t spoil the mood.”
His smile told her he was fully aware she was fibbing her butt off. “Why don’t you change and we’ll get out of here? Everyone is probably wondering where we are.”
When Remy took a step back, she grabbed his hand, pulling him back. He gave her a questioning look, but before he could say anything, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?” he asked.
“For being more worried about me and my safety than you are about getting naked with me. It sounds like something any guy would do, but trust me when I tell you, it isn’t. Most men are so focused on what’s important to them that they’d never tell a girl something she really needed to hear, no matter how badly she needed to hear it, if it got in the way of what they wanted.”
He chuckled, looking a little embarrassed at the compliment. “That’s me—Sir Remy Lancelot, your knight in shining armor.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m starting to think you are,” she said.
Before he could say anything else self-deprecating and humble, she pulled him down for another kiss. And this time, she did it forcefully enough to convince him he definitely hadn’t spoiled any mood.
Triana knew she had him when his hands went around to cup her bottom and tug her hard against him. She could already feel his cock hardening in his jeans as his tongue slipped into her mouth and tangled with hers.
Her body immediately responded to his touch, desire spiraling through her to coalesce between her thighs. Clearly, it took very little on his part to get her going. If the hard-on in his jeans was any indication, she was good at getting him going too.
That’s why it surprised her when Remy lifted his head and took a step back. “I really was serious about what I said earlier. If we don’t get moving, we’re going to be late meeting up with everyone at the club. I know you really wanted to go dancing.”
She slid one hand down to the front of his jeans, caressing the bulge she found there. “I definitely want to go dancing, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a quickie first.”
Remy’s beautiful hazel eyes glinted, reflecting every ray of light in the hallway. “A quickie, huh?”
She tugged at his belt, unbuckling it. “I told you this morning that I can work fast when I have to, so I guess the real question is, can you?”
“Tell me you have a condom nearby.” His voice was a husky whisper, making her legs quiver. “Then you’ll see how fast I can work.”
Triana expected to find Remy naked and in her bed by the time she ran back from grabbing the condom out of the purse she’d left on the couch, but instead, he was standing in the hallway, his T-shirt still on and his jeans down around his ankles, his gorgeous hard-on at the ready. Okay, he really did intend to work quickly. She could handle that.
As difficult as it was to do, she resisted the urge to drop to her knees in front of him and instead helped him get the condom on. The moment she had that extremely enjoyable task done, she reached for the hem of her dress, ready to yank it over her head. She never got the chance because Remy pressed her back up against the wall and shoved the dress up to her waist. Excitement rushed through her at the idea of making love with most of their clothes still on. There was something so urgent and primal about it.
She hooked her fingers in her panties so she could push them down, but Remy grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall above her head with one of his. “I’ll get those for you.”
Triana gasped as she felt something sharp graze the skin along her hip. A moment later, there was a tug and a ripping sound, then the remnants of her panties were flying through the air. She wondered briefly where the heck he’d hidden a pocketknife, but then he released her wrists to nudge the underside of her chin, tipping her face up to his. At the same time, the fingers of his other hand traced along the folds of her pussy, making her gasp.
“How did you get my panties off like that?” she whispered.
Remy flashed her a grin, then pressed his lips to her neck. “SWAT magic,” he murmured in her ear. “You don’t have a problem with a little magic, do you?”
She opened her mouth to reply, but the words came out as nothing more than a moan as his mouth did amazing things to the sensitive skin of her neck while one of his fingers slipped inside her. “Well, I was planning to wear those panties tonight when we went out dancing,” she finally gasped as his finger wiggled around, making her wetter by the second.
“I guess that means you’ll just have to go out tonight without any panties,” he said with a deep chuckle. “What a shame.”
Triana whimpered. Like she needed another visual to get her more excited. The thought of going dancing without wearing anything under her dress was scandalous and something she never would have done with anyone but Remy.
She was about to tell him as much, but he chose that moment to slip his finger out of her wetness. Getting a firm grip on her hips with both hands, he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. She didn’t have time to wonder how he was able to hold her there so effortlessly because in the next breath, he buried himself deep inside her.
She gasped loud enough to be heard out on the street as he moved his hands to the underside of her ass and thrust into her urgently. All she could do was wrap her arms and legs around him and hold on for dear life as he took her harder than anyone ever had. She’d never been with a man so strong, so animalistic…so perfect.
As she buried her face against Remy’s strong shoulder while she came, Triana couldn’t imagine not being in his arms for the rest of her life.
