“I know.” He squeezed my fingers. “You deserve everything good in the world, Angel. You don’t have to earn it. It’s already yours.”
“Does that include you?”
“Since the night we met,” he said, eyes holding mine. “I’m yours.”
Knight drove us over to the club where we’d first hooked up. He offered me a drink, but I’d had plenty with dinner already.
“Let’s dance first,” I suggested.
He led me onto the dance floor, placed his big hands around my waist, and I slid my arms around his neck. Glistening, sweaty, half-naked bodies surrounded us. The smell of sugary drinks, body spray, and hair gel all mixed into a cocktail as heady as anything they were serving at the bar.
My pulse matched the thrumming bass, my body moving with the rhythm of the music.
Déjà vu hit when Knight pulled me tighter against his strong body, the hard planes of his chest beneath mine, his hard-on digging into my lower stomach. I rolled my hips, making us both gasp.
Knight turned me away from him, placing a hand on my stomach, our bodies rolling with the music, his lips brushing the back of my neck teasingly. Hot breath against my ear. The wet tip of his tongue tracing the shell of my ear.
I shuddered, a small whimper escaping me.
“That muscle jock is watching you,” he said. “See him?”
My gaze skimmed over the dancing couples until it landed on a guy in tight jeans and a white tank staring at us, his hand idly stroking his crotch.
“I see him,” I said breathlessly.
Knight stroked the skin of my exposed belly. I’d taken off my outer shirt and left it tucked in a saddlebag on Knight’s bike, so I was wearing only the tank top. He slipped his fingers under the edge of my tank, raising it a fraction. Then a little more.
My breath hitched.
“Can I touch you in front of him?”
“T-touch me?”
“Just your chest. Nothing too revealing.”
“Okay.”
He hesitated. “You sure? We can take this someplace private.”
“Do it,” I ordered, heat pouring through my veins.
Knight tugged my shirt up, pulling it over my head and tucking it behind my neck, fully exposing my torso. I wasn’t any more naked than half the guys in here. But with thestranger’s eyes on me, watching Knight’s every move, it felt more taboo.
Knight brushed his thumbs over my nipples, then pinched them lightly. I arched my chest into his hand, and he ground his dick into my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “I need you.”
He grabbed my hand and dragged me through the back hall toward the little shadowy alcove full of the sounds and smells of sex. He pushed me against a wall and kissed me hard.
“Mind if I join?” a raspy voice asked beside us.
I jerked in surprise. Knight broke the kiss. “Sorry. No one touches Angel but me.”
“Too bad. We could have had some fun.”
He drifted off, but the mood was broken. “Guess we shouldn’t have teased him like that,” I whispered.
“Eh, we gave him a nice show. We never said he was invited into your pants.” He paused. “Unless you wanted?—”
