Eyes narrowed, he stepped in so close that she felt the heat from his body and caught his clean scent. She almost groaned.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
She shrugged nonchalantly. “What? The Mix is one of my favorite hangouts.”
“It’s called The Minx.”
Caught. “Um. Right. That’s what I meant.” The Minx? Really? She turned to look out onto the city again, just to avoid the intensity of his gaze.
He followed her, pressing himself against her back, pinning her in place with his thighs against hers. Her traitorous body reacted—a ball of lust forming low in her belly and her heart pounding like a drum solo at a rock concert.
She glanced to either side, but no one was watching them. In a place like this, she doubted anyone cared what a couple was doing in a dark corner.
“You don’t give up, do you?” he breathed in her ear.
“Never.” She chuckled nervously, trying to clear away some of the tension and slow her breathing. “Persistence is one of my many assets.”
He trailed a hand boldly up her thigh, then brought his other around her waist, stroking her bare stomach. The hand on her thigh moved to her ass, manhandling her as if he owned her. It made her fucking melt. “I thought I told you to stay away,” he growled.
Her knees buckled and she leaned her upper body against the wall. God, she didn’t even care that they were in public. If he wanted to fuck her right there, she’d let him.
Ugh. Why did her self-respect disappear whenever he was nearby? She wasn’t supposed to let it be about this. She needed to stop letting lust control her and stay on task.
Pushing from the wall, she turned around and glared at him. His arms followed her movement, trapping her on either side. “I’m not in the habit of obeying men I barely know.”
I will not kiss him. I will not rub up against him like a bitch in heat.
“That’s inconvenient. I’m used to women obeying me. Another reason you wouldn’t work well with my team.”
She arched a brow. “Maybe you need to be challeng—”
His mouth came down on hers, interrupting her comeback.
Damn. The man kissed her in ways that boggled her mind, and made her think of him using his talented tongue in other, better places. As if on cue, he pressed his hand hard against her pussy, making her jolt up onto her toes. She gasped.
He pulled back just far enough to watch her. “Hm?” He found her clit with his finger over her panties and tapped it. Fuuuuck. Hot and he had good aim. “What were you saying?”
She wanted to spit a hundred curse words at him but goddamn him, she couldn’t even make a sound. Not only because her brain seemed to have short-circuited but for fear the people in the club would know what they were doing. As it was, he had her pinned to the wall, but mostly shielded with his body.
At first glance, they’d seem to be in a passionate embrace, but if she drew attention by moaning too loud, they’d see Fox’s hand was up her skirt. The adrenaline coursing through her gave her almost the same high as stealing cars.
His dark chuckle made her want to grind up against his hand. She let out a very quiet but undignified moan instead.
“Do you want me to stop?” he purred in her ear.
“Please, no!”
He moved his hand from around her waist to thread in her hair. “Fuck, you make me crazy.”
The feeling was mutual.
His lips lowered to hers. “I can’t seem to control myself around you.” He kissed her softly, using his teeth to nip and play. The sensations, paired with what his hand was doing to her pussy, made her almost willing to beg. When she moaned again, he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing her more deeply.
Too soon, he pulled away. “So fucking cocky one minute,” he said as he kissed his way from her chin to her ear. His beard tickled and she fought not to squirm. “Then docile and doe-eyed the next.”
Did he say docile? She opened her mouth to protest but teeth grazed her jaw and her eyes rolled back in her head. He slipped his finger under her panties. Sliding through her wetness, he circled her clit.
“Oh god!” she cried, gripping at his back.