Triumph flares in his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”
He closes his hand around mine and leads me out onto the dance floor.
Blake wraps his strong arms around my waist and tugs me flush against the hard planes of his body. I can’t hold back a gasp at the sudden, electrifying contact.
He lowers his head, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, and murmurs, “I’m really starting to change my opinion on clubs.”
I tilt my head to look at him, my hands sliding up his muscular chest of their own accord. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because of you. I love the way you feel in my arms. Like you were made just for me.”
And then his lips are on mine in a searing kiss that obliterates every thought in my head.
I’ve never been kissed like this before—never been kissed, period. But Blake certainly seems to know what he’s doing as his tongue delves deep, exploring and claiming me in the most exquisitely erotic way.
I melt against him, gripping his shoulders for dear life. Part of me knows we’re in the middle of a packed dance floor and anyone could see us.
But I don’t care.
All that matters is Blake and the incredible things he’s doing to my body with just a kiss. A moan rises up in my throat, and it takes me a second to realize the needy sound is coming from me.
Blake groans and drops a hand to my hip to press me tighter against him. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make, sweetheart.” He walks me backward until my spine meets a wall.
Then he cages me in with his arms on either side of my head and deepens the kiss even further.
Feeling bold, I hitch one leg up over his hip, desperate to feel more of him. My heart rockets into overdrive as he pushes the hem of my dress higher.
Blake’s hand slides up my thigh. “Is this okay?” he murmurs.
I can only nod frantically and whimper as his fingers graze the edge of my panties. I arch into his touch, silently begging for more. He indulges me and rubs me through the damp lace until I’m dizzy and panting.
“Fuck, baby.” Blake drops his forehead against mine. “Can I take you somewhere?”
Breathless, I repeat his words. “Somewhere?”
“Somewhere we can be alone. I don’t want anyone to hear your sounds but me.”
I don’t even hesitate. “Yes. Take me.”
I know it’s crazy. I just met this man. But I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life than I want Blake at this moment. Screw being responsible. Just this once, I’m going to throw caution to the wind and take what I want.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... right?
Blake leads me through the pulsing crowd until we reach a hallway at the back of the club. He pushes open a door marked“Private” and pulls me inside what turns out to be a fancy, single-occupancy bathroom.
The lock clicks into place behind us, and before I can even catch my breath, Blake’s mouth is on mine again.
His hands are everywhere—in my hair, skimming down my sides, gripping my hips to yank me flush against the hard ridge of his erection. I moan into the kiss, already addicted to the way he makes me feel.
“I want you so bad,” he rasps against my lips. “Wanted you from the second I saw you at the bar.”
“I want you too.” The admission tumbles out. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Me either.”
His lips blaze a trail of fire down the column of my throat as he hikes up my dress. When he pushes two thick fingers in deep and curls them just right, a broken cry escapes me.
“You take my fingers so well.” Blake’s voice is a low rumble that I feel in my bones. “Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
