“I don't?” I press my lips to the side of her neck while my hand slides between her legs, over her shorts. It’s a tease, but her head hits the wall as she lets out a needy, desperate moan that sends all my blood pumping to my groin.
“Show me how much you don’t like me, Red,” I murmur breathlessly against her ear.
She bucks her hips against my hand, desperate for more pressure. I’m worried that she might change her mind, that she’s giving me a glimpse of exactly what I want before ripping it away. But I shove the thought from my head, focusing entirely on her.
I undo the top button of her shorts. My hand dips inside, between her legs, as I continue to kiss my way up and down her neck. She’s soaked, coating my fingers as I apply pressure to her clit. We’re in public, in a bar hallway, where anyone could stumble upon us, but I can’t find one part of me that cares. Not with Isla finally at my mercy. Her eyes close as she lets out shallow breaths. Lost to my touch.
“Fuck, Isla. You need me to take care of youbadly.”
The realization nearly buckles my knees. I need to hear it from her lips that she’s turned on because of me, not some other fucking guy.
I withdraw my fingers, and she groans in frustration. Her eyes pop open. “Why are you stopping?”
I run my thumb along her bottom lip, spreading her wetness. “Tell me who’s got you this worked up, Red.”
“What?”
My fingers are on her again, rubbing tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. “Tell me who you want, Isla. Who you’ve been thinking about all night, who’s got you so worked up that you can barely think.”
“Wes.” She sighs my name, breathless and desperate, and my pants tighten. “I can’t stop thinking about you, and I fucking hate it.”
Isla palms me through my pants, bringing me to the edge with a single touch. I suck in a sharp breath, jerking away from her before I explode.
The bathroom door swings open, and the two of us snap apart from each other. I maneuver my body to shield her from view of the guy coming out of the bathroom. My brain sparks online again. I don’t want anyone else to see her like this, begging me for more with her body, moaning my name. We need privacy.
I clutch her hand in mine. “Come with me.”
Isla allows me to tug her down the hallway until we reach Victor’s office. I fumble in my pocket for the keys Victor gave me a couple of years ago when I worked at the bar part-time to earn extra money. With my shaking hands, it takes a few tries to find the key and insert it into the lock.
I heave a sigh when it clicks open.
“Do you own this place too?” she asks, with a smile in her voice. “Because I don’t know if I can take hearing about how you own the rinkandthe bar—”
I spin around to face a pink-faced Isla who bites her bottom lip to keep her smile in.Dammit, I want to see that smile even if it kills me.
“Don’t mouth off, Covington.” My hand twists open the knob, and I shove the door open with a thrust of my ass into it.
“Or what?”
“I leave you to take care of yourself.”
“Fine. Send Max. I’m sure he—”
I lift Isla into the air, tossing her over my shoulder, and head into the office. She lets out a yelp, but I’ve placed her on the ground before she has a chance to protest. I kick the door shut with my foot and walk her backward until she’s pressed against it.
“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?”
“You seem to like it.”
I tuck a piece of strawberry-blond hair behind her ear, drunk on the way she studies my face. “I hate it, actually. I hate that every fucking thing you do distracts me, leaving me desperate to see what you’ll say next. What you’ll do next. I—”
Isla rises to her tiptoes, slides her hands around my neck, and crashes her mouth against mine.
Chapter 16
Wes
Mysighofrelieffrom having Isla’s lips on mine reverberates through my body, but at the same time that tension breaks, it gathers in other parts of me.
