I turned and gave the bartender a little wave of thanks, and King’s large hand landed on my thigh, squeezing tight. This level of possessiveness was definitely a red flag, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
King took a long drink of his beer, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. My cheeks flushed hot and I sipped my drink to keep myself from saying something inappropriate. The air between us was charged with anticipation. When it got to be too much, I blurted out, “Let’s dance.”
I didn’t give him a chance to refuse, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the small dance floor in the center of the bar.
“Brat. You’re supposed to be staying off your ankle.”
“You can hold me up.”
His arm banded tight around my waist, supporting most of my weight as he effortlessly spun me around to the beat of the music. I’d taken dance classes as a little girl, but I’d been more focused on chatting with my friends and flipping through the costume magazines to learn anything. But King? He moved like he’d done this a thousand times. We quickly caught the attention of the others on the dance floor, and they cheered as they formed a ring around us. I felt like we were Jack and Rose on theTitanic, dancing in our too-fancy clothes and having the night of our lives.
“Who knew you were so talented?” I laughed as he spun mearound again, my feet skimming against the floor. He tightened his hold, and that’s when I felt it—his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in, his scent deep with arousal. He cursed and moved his hands to my ass, cupping hard before lifting me off the ground. The slit in my dress allowed me enough movement to wrap my legs around him as he carried me off the dance floor to the hoots and shouts of the onlookers.
He headed to a dark corner of the bar, his huge hands palming my ass. “Have you had your fun, baby girl?”
I perfumed, and there was so much slick between my legs now I was worried it would drip down my thighs. “Not if that means there will be no more fun tonight.”
His hand trailed up my front, his fingers brushing lightly over my breast before collaring my throat. “Oh, the fun’s just getting started.”
19
King
The hotel elevator opened andI carried Lucy inside. The walk back from the bar was a blur, my alpha instincts making me almost feral with how much I needed her.
She threw her head back and laughed as I pressed her against the elevator wall, her legs cradling my hips.
“So eager,” she teased, but her little gasp as I ground my cock against her sweet pussy told me she was just as desperate.
“This fucking dress.” My hands tightened on her hips and I ran my nose down the side of her face, breathing her in. Thankfuckher scent had returned. I wanted to forbid her from wearing de-scenter again, but the thought of others smelling her made me murderous. Maybe I could just forbid her from ever leaving my bed again.
The idea had merit.
“King.” My name in her mouth, all breathy and needy, waseverything.
“Were you trying to drive me crazy tonight, baby? Because you succeeded.” I crashed my lips against hers, our tongues tangling together in an explosion of sweetness.
The elevator doors slid open and I jogged down the hall to my suite. No,hersuite. I stopped at the door, my chest heaving. Shit. I was pretty sure we were on the same page, but I had to be sure.
“Our night can end right here if you want. There’s no pressure.”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “Hmm…” She drummed her fingers against my shoulder, and I growled with impatience. “Well, you have been drinking. It would be irresponsible for you to drive home now.”
I’d had half a beer. I wasn’t even close to being drunk.
“You’re so fucking right. Safety first.”
She ran her fingers through my hair, and I leaned in to her touch. “Coming inside is the smart thing.”
I ground my cock against her. “Oh, Idefinitelywant to come inside.”
She blushed beautifully. “That was terrible.”
“Mmm, yes it was.” I kept a firm arm around her as I fished the room key out of my pocket and opened the door.
We’d been in this room just a few short hours ago, but everything was different now as I sat Lucy down on the bed and dropped to my knees. My thumbs brushed her inner thighs and came away wet with her slick.
“You’ve made a mess of yourself, baby girl.”
