“This is a great club,” said Jane. “Everyone is easy to talk to. Are you guys here to play or just check out the place?”
“We haven’t decided yet,” Carly replied.
“We like to start with dancing. Join us.”
“We’ll be in,” said Carly.
Jane smiled at Maverick. “See ya.”
Screwing a married woman was not his thing. And he’d rather leave than watch Carly. He couldn’t shake the memory of her with two dudes. No desire to see an encore performance with someone else.
Carly ran soft fingers through his hair and electricity thrummed through him. “What are you thinking?”
“How ‘bout we finish our drinks, then dance?” he said.
Playfulness filled her eyes. “Dancing with you is always an adventure.”
He chuckled. “Me and my two left feet.”
They leaned close to hear each other over the chatter. She told him his dad had started physical therapy for his tennis elbow and that Sinclair had mentioned a real estate opportunity he wanted to discuss with him. Carly was more plugged in to his family than he was. While listening to her sultry voice and staring into her hypnotic eyes, he weighed his options. In the end, one clear answer rose to the top. He wanted to experience her fetish with her, and bring her the ecstasy she craved.
When they finished their drinks, they headed toward the back of the club. He held open the door and she sashayed past him. A slow song pulsed through the speakers while clubbers moved in a seductive rhythm to the sensual beat.
On the dance floor, Carly’s hips swayed, her body glided. She turned away and danced into him, pressing her backside close. He grew hard. He wrapped his arms around her while they swayed together, moving as one. Inhaling her peachy scent, he held her like she was his. And she fit, plain and simple.
The song ended and the DJ switched tracks. A song by Welshly Arms pulsed a strong rock and blues vibe and Carly broke away. Heat infused him as he cemented his full attention on the sultry blonde with the soulful rhythm dancing inches away. His Carly girl…the one and only woman he had to have.
Jane and her husband shimmied their way over.
Not again?
Laser-focused on him, Jane spun and gyrated. Harry moved and grooved as he homed in on Carly. The song ended and another slow song brought couples close.
“Wanna dance?” Harry asked Carly.
Feeling overly protective, Maverick pulled Carly flush against him. She slipped her arms around his neck.
“No, thanks,” Carly said.
“We’ll be hanging at our table if you change your mind.” Harry escorted his wife off the dance floor.
“What do you think?” Carly asked as they glided to the music.
For several long seconds, he stared into her eyes while his innermost desires burbled to the surface. Be honest. “I’ve entered your world and I want you to teach me. I need you. And only you.”
Her breath hitched. “Do you know what you’re saying?”
“I do. Do you want me, babe?” He braced for a shit storm.
Instead, a shadow darkened her eyes and she pulled him closer. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice filled with a husky need. “Yes, I do.”
Carly’s core slickened with need. Oh, my God. Sex with Ashton. She could finally marry fantasy with reality.
But she was committed to taking care of his emotional needs and helping him forget his overwhelming grief, even if just for a little while. She threaded her fingers through his and tingles skittered up her arm. “Do you want another drink?”
“No. I want you and only—”
She stopped him with her mouth. Their scorching kiss only heightened the throbbing between her legs. “So, you’re placing yourself in my care.”
