She frowned. “How so?”
“I have a great team, they make it easy for me.”
“Yes. I noticed that besides the bouncers, they are all women,” she said, and wished she had a freaking filter. She coughed. “Which is nice. Great.”
He gave out his hand. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, I’m not really the best dancer,” she said, and made a face she doubted came anywhere close to sexy. God. What was wrong with her? She had been out of the dating pool for too long. Now…now was the time to freaking change that. Live it up. Go girl.
“I’m not asking you to be Julliard material. You can move your hips, right?”
She slid off the stool. “Yes. Sorry. I’d love to dance.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
She’d bet one of her kidneys that was what he was used to hearing. What woman in her sane mind would say no to him? When he brought her close to him, his hand grazing over her side boob, and a tingle surged through her, faster than a shooting star.
The music was fast, and most of the people in the crowd danced on their own. Some couples stayed close to each other, grinding, as if they were alone.
“Am I that hard on the eyes?” he asked, pulling her into reality.
She gave out a stupid nervous chuckle. “Quite the opposite.”
“Then why do you always look away?”
“Because sometimes I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop staring at you,” she said, and the truth in her words hit her like a flogger. She lifted her hand to her lips, and wished she could rewind time and take that back. It sounded impossibly romantic, and maybe he thought so too. His jaw clenched. Time to save face. “I mean, staring intently isn’t polite.” She waved it off. “I’m wired that way I guess.”
Thankfully, his cheeks relaxed, and relief washed over her. “We’ll be doing some rewiring.”
“Good. Then show me what’s the big deal about this dancing thing everyone keeps bragging about.” She winked at him, and started to move, trying her best to channel her inner vixen. He watched her, and to have his attention focused on her like that sent thrills of excitement through her, starting on her hairline and down her body. He danced too, with a lot more finesse and swagger than she. His movements kept up with the music, and damn it, her underwear was already super soaked.
She let go, too. Swaying her arms and legs, she loosened her body a bit, feeling that intense rush of adrenaline thrumming in her veins. Why not enjoy it? When he closed the distance between them, she continued to sway her hips, eyes partially closed. He anchored his hands at her waist, helping her move, and she threw her head back, enjoying how her hair fell back, and the buzz from the wine caught up with her.
He leaned forward, and ran his tongue on her neck. Her nerve endings crackled like fire on wood, and she was glad his hand snaked behind her back otherwise she would have fallen. “Let’s go to my office.”
He straightened, and she did the same. In a delightful trance, she merely bobbed her head in agreement, and followed him as he led the way. Curved black iron stairs lead to the second floor, where a few other VIP boxes were located. The beat of the music seemed to fade, perhaps because her heartbeat was off the charts.
Gripping her elbow, he took her to the last door at the end of a hallway. She suppressed a squeal when he closed the door behind him, and pulled her to him.
“I know what you’ve been through,” he said, his forehead touching hers. “I keep telling myself to be careful with you, Elena.”
Careful?“I’m not breakable. I know what you’re all about, Devon. Sex.”
“Yes. Good. But even then—”
“Don’t hold back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want it all,” she said, having a hard time breathing.
He slammed her against the wall, and she gasped, his large frame towering over her. Without delay, his mouth descended on hers, starting a delicious war of tongues, mouths melding, teeth grazing. She moaned, and for a second didn’t give a crap if anyone could hear them. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, babe. I see you and all I wanna do is fuck you. Again and again.”
She swallowed. Dirty talk never aroused her before, yet no one ever talked to her in that low deep baritone. And that rich, sexy voice saying sinful things to her made her clit a hot pulsating bundle of nerves. It was like, sexually, there wasn’t a before anymore.
He swept his hands into her dress, and she felt him fumbling against the structured fabric, hissing out an impatient breath. She bucked toward him, and kicked off her shoes. He held both sides of her panties and ripped them apart. The scrap of lace didn’t stand a chance. She moaned, not recognizing her own hoarse sound.
He touched her dripping wet pussy, and she wrapped her legs around him. He reached the back of her dress and unzipped it. Her braless breasts bounced free. Her dress was bunched at her waist, and besides her pearl necklace, she was naked. And oh goodness it was wonderful. Naughty. Liberating.
