And it seems I’m not the only one.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re all kinds of tempting.” He groans as he twists my hair in his hand and drags my head back. His eyes flick all over my face, taking me in. I dread to think what he sees. A needy whore, probably. But again, I don’t care.
I just need exactly what I’ve been trying to convince him I don’t all night.
Him.
Every single part of him I can get.
He sees something in my expression—desperation, probably because suddenly, his eyes lock on mine.
“I need you, sweetheart. I need you right fucking now.”
My heart thunders against my ribs.
How? How is this happening?
This man. This man that every single woman in the country probably wants a piece of is standing before me, telling me that he wants me.
Talk about a head fuck.
Now, I’m not stupid. I’m not standing here gazing up at him, thinking he’s promising me anything more than a few minutes of fun. I can’t hear wedding bells or envision a future with two point five kids and a white picket fence. That is not what this is, thank fuck.
Sure, maybe that kind of life is in my future, but I have no desire for it right now.
This man, though…I have every desire for him.
My body aches for him in the best kind of way.
Having his hands on me feels all kinds of delicious. But that’s over clothes. How might it feel if we took them all off? If he got those giant, calloused hands on me…his mouth, his tongue…
My core clenches, desperate to feel something.
Oh God. I bet he’s huge.
My tongue drags along my bottom lip as I try to imagine just how this man might look naked.
He’s an arrogant motherfucker, there’s no disputing that, but something tells me—and yes, it might be the bar of steel I can feel against my thigh—that he’s got a reason to be.
“Tell me I can,” he begs. His expression is tight. He looks as desperate as I feel. “Just say the word and I’ll find us a place to go.”
Thoughts of a lavish hotel fill my mind, or worse, his apartment.
Panic rises within me. I might be down for a bit of fun, but I’m not leaving with him. This is a here-and-now thing; the second I step foot out of this club, it’s over.
“I’m not spending the night with you,” I force out, aware that my words could be the end of whatever this is.
But I quickly discover that it isn’t the case.
“Probably for the best I wasn’t asking you to then, huh?” he quips, his signature smirk fully in place.
“Then what do you—” My words are cut off as he releases me. Coldness and confusion wrap around me, but it only lasts a moment because he takes my hand in his and begins dragging me across the dance floor, dodging his teammates and the girls they’re dancing with. “What are you doing? Where are we going?” I shout after him, but he doesn’t respond.
Instead, he continues racing across the room like a man on a mission. The second I spot the hidden black door in the wall ahead of us, my heart skips a beat, and my core tightens.
Oh God. He really isn’t planning on taking me home.
Before I can really register what’s happening, he’s tugged me through the door and has backed me up against the wall.
