Fuck.
Without thinking, I curled my fingers around him. “This is from watching me dance?”
“Do you always dance like this?”
If I hadn’t been so astounded by him or the cock pulsing in my palm or this night in its entirety, I would have snorted a laugh. “Never.”
He studied me, his eyes pensive. “Come home with me.”
My head spun as I shook it. “No. There is no way I’m leaving this club with you.”
He bent and pressed a small, careful kiss to my neck. “You want me as much as I want you. I can feel your heat from here. Smell it. So why fight?”
The answer would take ten years of explanation.
Wait, what? He could feel my heat and smell me? I took a deep breath, and yeah, I could smell me, too.
Looked like there was no point in resisting.
Finally, I dragged my hand away from his erection, only to lead him past the restrooms farther down the narrow hallway to a tiny abandoned alcove overlooking the DJ station. It was secluded enough yet unhidden; if they would look up, anyone down there could see us through the glass wall.
I rested my back on it, my heart racing. “Okay. Touch me over here.”
He raised an eyebrow, ran a long finger across my collarbone, from one shoulder to the other. “Here?”
My pussy clenched from the feeling of his calloused skin on mine. I was so hung up on the size of his cock that I’d failed to notice the size of his hands before.
God help me.
Big cock. Big hands. Sexy as sin body and voice.
That was some package to belong to one man. A dangerous one that got me dropping all my guards for one night of long awaited pleasure.
I promised myself I’d start living all what I’d missed and not waste any more time. Let it begin.
What harm could come from one wild night anyway?
“Yes, here.” I pressed my hand below his ribs. What the hell was he made of? This firmness couldn’t be real. “You’re not an abusive, narcissistic, psycho motherfucker, are you?”
Laughing, he bent and stared into my eyes. Then he plunged his fingers into my hair. “I am many things, but not that, no.”
“Good.” I reached up, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him toward me for a kiss.
Why I was about to kiss a total stranger, ditching my only friend who was probably eating my birthday cake all by herself now, eluded me. But she told me to give it a shot, right?
She didn’t exactly mean I go fuck him across a wall where anyone could see, but I didn’t care. In fact, I loved the new wild me. I could be that woman who enjoyed herself whenever, wherever, without shame or guilt.
A woman in control. A woman who was not afraid to take what she wanted and deserved.
His fleshy lips were blazing and hard on mine with the taste of bourbon adding to the warmness. He groaned when I opened my mouth and let him in.
That was exactly what I needed. Feral lust that sent a shiver through my whole body with just one kiss. And the heat I was now feeling from him, seeping through the soft fabric of his shirt, set me on fire.
A perfect start.
Declan never felt this hot while he touched me, even on the good days. He was never turned on by me or my body. He was aroused only by what he did to me, how he hurt me. The sense of power. I meant absolutely nothing to him. He’d have felt the same with anyone in my position.
But with this stranger I met a moment ago… He chose me of all the women in the place. He waited for me. He was turned on by me, burning for me.
