I’m sweaty from the heat of all these bodies and absolutely drenched between my legs. I bet if they turned the lights on in this place, my pants would be soaked.
When Brody pulls away, a pathetic little moan slips from my lips.
He scans the room. “We’re good. They’re gone.”
Disappointment whistles through me like a deflating balloon, and I swallow a sigh. “I guess we should go, then?”
“In a minute.” Brody guides me off the dance floor to pin me up against a wall in the shadow of a balcony. “I’m not sure I’m quite finished with you.”
I shiver, a new kind of warmth flaming through my body.
“Oh?” I slide my arms around his shoulders. “And just what do you have in mind?”
He fits his knee between my legs, his uninjured thigh grinding against me. “What does your psych degree say about exhibitionism?”
I choke on a moan, my eyelids fluttering as pleasure swirls through me.
“I…might’ve missed that lecture.” I clutch at his arms. “Brody…please.”
He laughs, low and deep and right against my ear. The noise vibrates through my entire body, humming under my skin with the bass until it settles in my core.
“We can find out together.” He laps at my neck, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh of my throat. Who knew I’d love that little sting of pain?
I rake my hands down his chest to his pants, cupping the tight bulge under his fly. I groan over how hard he is and rock my hips against him, desperate for friction. “Brody.”
“I got you.” His hand dips to the front of my pants and unfastens the button.
Public sex wasn’t exactly on today’s to-do list, but at this point, I don’t even care. I just need him inside me,now.
I fumble with the zipper of his jeans. He groans when my fingers finally brush against his cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Just the heat of it has me seeing stars. I can’t wait?—
A glint of light over Brody’s shoulder snags my gaze. I gasp and shove his arm. “Behind you!”
Spinning, and with his elbow out, he cracks the Russian man’s jaw with a horrible crunch.
As the mercenary cries out and totters, Brody snatches his gun before I can even blink.
He kicks at the man’s legs, sending our assailant crashing to the sticky floor.
And just like that, we’re on the run again.
Chapter 31
Brody
On our way out of the club, another one of Kruschev’s guys spots us. I hold the first guy’s Makarov in my grip, but I can hardly shoot to kill here. I shove the gun into the back of my waistband and reach into my pocket for my trusty blade.
This jackass heads straight for Trinity. I slash upward with my knife as he raises his weapon.
Sinew parts under my blade, and blood spurts from his wrist. The gun clatters to the floor amid booted and high-heeled feet.
The man wails and clutches at his wrist while stumbling away from us. If he wants full function of that hand, he better find a good surgeon.
We sprint out of the club and into the blinding white light of day. After spending time under strobe lights, the sun burns like acid.
I blink rapidly in an attempt to clear my vision. “We need to get out of here quickly.”
