Panting, unable to catch my breath, I fell boneless against his shoulder. My breath was ragged.
“You feel like heaven, Darcie.” Finally, his movements stilled. “Like fucking heaven wrapped up in a soft British package.”
***
“We should probably get going.” Havoc didn’t move me from his lap though, he just continued to kiss me softly like we had all the time in the world. “Before Fang comes in and kicks my ass.”
Pulling away slightly, I studied his face. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. Would Fang be mad enough to punch him? One glance at the ruins of the desk, I knew he would be.
We had made a mess. There were papers and folders everywhere.
Chewing on my lip, I bit back a giggle. “You’re probably right.” A small whimper fell from me as Havoc’s fingers plucked at my still hard nipple. “There’s a slight problem, though.”
“It’s more than slight.” His eyes darted down towards his half-erect penis. “Give me ten minutes, and it will be ready for round two.” He winked.
“You just said we need to leave,” I reminded him with a laugh.
“And we do, just long enough to get to my room.”
“You want me to go out there naked?” Half turning, I pointed to my ruined dress that lay crumpled on the floor.
“Oh yeah.” A tiny line appeared between his eyebrows. “I forgot about that. How quick at running are you?”
Slapping at his shoulder, I scowled at him. “I am not running around your clubhouse naked Havoc.”
“I would never want you to.” His lips brushed mine. “Here.” Tugging his T-shirt over his head. He passed it to me. “Slip that on.”
Climbing from his lap, I settled the soft material over my body. Smoothing it over my breasts and thighs, he watched me unblinking.
“Ready?” Quickly he zipped himself back up. “We will run up to my room so you can find something to wear and then….”
“And then we go back to the party?”
“We go back to the party.” He nodded. His hand closed around mine as he pulled me towards the door, only pausing long enough to scoop my dress up.
We had taken maybe two steps into the corridor when Fang appeared at the other end. Havoc froze as Fang took in the image in front of him. The fact that Havoc was shirtless and I was wearing nothing but his T-shirt. The fact we were leaving his office.
“You best not have been fucking in my damn office.” He growled.
Laughing, Havoc started moving us in the other direction. It didn’t seem like he was scared at all. “Time to show me how quick you are, Darcie. Run.”
Chapter Sixteen
Havoc
“Baby.” I kissed her shoulder, trailing small kisses down her bare back as she slept on her stomach. Her cheek rested on her crossed arms. The sun was shining through a chink in the curtains, bathing her in a warm golden light. She looked like an angel. If, of course, angels had sinful curves and sharp tongues. “Are you awake?”
We had run away from Fang like naughty school kids to find clothes and go back to the party. We had managed to get to the room I usually used if I stayed at the Clubhouse, but that was as far as we had got. I had fucked her against the door as soon as it had shut behind us. Lifting her so her legs had no choice but to wrap around my waist.
And then we had fallen onto the bed, and I had fucked her again.
It was only then that I had let her catch her breath.
“Yeah.” There was no sign of sleepiness in her voice; she had been awake for a while. “I was just enjoying the feel of your lips on my body.”
Hands on her shoulders, I flipped her. Hovering over her as she stared up at me. “I’ll put my lips anywhere you damn well want, Darcie, but we need to talk.”
“Talk?” Her eyes widened. “That doesn’t sound good. Is this the part where you tell me you don’t want a relationship? That it was all fun, but nothing can come of it?” Throwing back her head into the pillows, she giggled.
