He stiffened, pure hellfire rushing through him. ‘You were planning on sleeping with him?’
Heat stormed into her face. ‘That’s none of your business. But of course that doesn’t matter to you, does it? You just had to step in and ruin my fun.’
He closed the gap between them, physically unable to stop himself from reaching for her. ‘Fun? Is that what you were looking for? You want to spread your wings sexually? Is that it?’ he muttered, each word he spoke lancing him hard and merciless. The idea that she would do this in his absence, invite another man’s hands on her body, ripped a path of insanity through his brain.
‘N...no, not exactly.’
Javier didn’t hear her. His attention was wholly absorbed by the delectable gleam of her red-glossed lips, the memory of their taste as intoxicating to his senses as the most potent spirit. His hands slid from her shoulders down her torso, his fingers easily spanning her trim waist. He jerked her to him, and slanted his mouth over hers before he had time to think.
His kiss was hard, a merciless punishment for every frame of what he’d seen when he walked into the nightclub, every moment he’d wasted thinking of her, reliving her desperate pain after her father’s phone call, and the helplessness he’d experienced from three thousand miles away. Hell, he’d even gone so far as to wonder if he’d overblown the events of the morning after their night together in Miami and she hadn’t actually acted that badly.
And all the while she’d been dancing her troubles away!
She shuddered, her mouth resisting his for a second.
Then she opened for him. Soft. Warm. Drugging in the extreme. His hands trailed over her hips to cup her behind, the pliant leather almost non-existent as he moulded her to him. With a soft moan, she twined her arms around his neck, her shapely body plastering itself against his.
Dios, but she incensed his every cell. He’d returned with a plan, a strictly professional one he’d intended to present to her. Seeing her with O’Hare, their heads close together, on the verge of dirty dancing, had firmly altered the landscape of his clearly nonsensical misgivings.
Far from the distraught creature he’d thought he’d encounter on his return, he’d been confronted with a sensual being intent on driving every red-blooded male in the nightclub into a sexual frenzy.
Spreading her wings...
Clearly he’d imagined her earlier distress.
She moved against him, sleek and sinuous. His blood pounded thicker, his heart pistoning hard against his ribs. Javier widened his stance, pinned her against the wall and brought one hand between them.
Lifting the hem of her top, he dragged his nails across her abdomen. It was the lightest of touches and yet she shivered as if caught in an arctic storm.
Her responsiveness hadn’t lessened in the time since they were last together. The gratifying thought spurred him on. A quick, deft fumble, a lowering of her zipper, and his fingers were sliding over her silky skin, beneath lace made hot by her arousal.
Her shocked gasp singed his mouth as he found his mark. His free hand clasped her nape, and he broke the kiss. ‘Is this what you want, Principessa? Is this the type of fun you’re looking for?’ He thrummed the wet, nerve-engorged bud. Her tiny scream barely echoed through the alley, the greedy roll of her hips already seeking more.
He gave her a little more, grimly gratified when her fingers bit into his neck. ‘Javier! Dio mio...per favore...’
He drew back a touch, stared down at her enraptured face and knew he had to have her. All logical reasons why not be damned. ‘You’ll get your chance to spread your wings. But you do it with me. And only me. Comprende?’
Eyes clamped shut as she chased her elusive pleasure, she whispered, ‘Tu sei pazzo!’
‘I’m far from crazy. Since you’re so keen to embrace a whole new you, go right ahead. But if you think I’m going to sit back and watch you throw yourself at every idiot who smiles at you, think again. Consider our contract renegotiated. From now on, I will be the one to give you pleasure.’
Her head dropped against the wall, her breath coming in aggrieved pants. ‘Santa Maria, I’m not having this conversation right now.’
He teased her saturated opening, earning a frustrated whimper.
‘Open your eyes, querida,’ he commanded silkily. ‘Closing your eyes and wishing your troubles away only work in fairy tales.’
Eyes heavy with arousal, frustration, and eternally enthralling, met his. Keeping their gazes locked, he leaned forward and licked her lower lip. He nipped at the soft flesh, then pressed one finger inside her. ‘Mine. You will be mine, exclusively, until I say otherwise,’ he breathed.
Another shudder rippled through her, followed by several more as he increased the friction. He drew back again, his senses leaping with the need to witness her surrender.
‘Per favore...please,’ she groaned, her head falling forward onto his shoulder.
He slid his finger deep into her tight, silky heat, then growled as she found her release seconds later.
A horn sounded nearby, followed by shouts of revelry tearing through the night air. Javier wondered dazedly how he’d kept upright as the sweet sounds of her climax echoed for his ears alone.
One minute passed, then two. Stepping back, he righted her clothes.