dance for the last half hour, I’m not sure I can wait another few hours to have you.”
“You’ve been watching me?” The way that turned me on surprised me. I was a performer, but I never thought of it in the way that people were watching me but rather that they were listening to me. I loved the idea of Devil watching me.
His body moved against mine and I felt his need for me. He slid a hand up my neck, behind my ear and into my hair so that he could grasp my head. Nodding, he said, “I had to restrain myself from dragging you off the dance floor and finding somewhere here I could fuck you.”
His words caused an ache between my legs. One that only he could fix. And I needed him to fix it right now. Stepping away from him, I grabbed hold of his hand and led him out the back. We hit the staff room a few moments later, and I attempted to lock the door after I’d closed it behind him, but he dragged me to him before I could.
Lifting me, he pushed me up against the wall. I wrapped my arms and legs around him while he pressed his mouth to mine. He then kissed me like he’d been denied my lips for years.
His kiss consumed me.
Every single part of me.
If I thought dancing cleared my thoughts, Devil kissing me completely wiped them from my mind.
When he came up for air, he dropped his eyes so they could roam my body, and said, “Fuck… your body...” He didn’t end his sentence, but rather, ran a hand over my breasts.
I took hold of his face so I could bring his gaze back up to meet mine. “You just want me for my body?”
“I want you for a lot fucking more than that, but right now, all I can think about is getting inside you.”
Oh. God.
Devil had a way with words, but he also had a way with delivering those words. His voice could well become my kryptonite. It was deep and rumbly and husky and gravelly all rolled into one. And he knew just when to inflect it with one tone more than the other to achieve his desired goal.
I kept hold of his face and smashed my lips down onto his. He groaned as our tongues tangled in a needy rush. Devil was physically everything in a man I’d ever dreamt of. Besides the muscles and strength he possessed, he exuded the kind of sexuality every woman wanted to experience in their lifetime. Even if he tried to hide his desire for a woman, I was fairly sure he’d struggle, because his entire being revealed it.
It was in the way his chest and hips opened up to me, the way his hands reached for me, the way his mouth fell open even when I was sure he didn’t realise, the way his breaths quickened, and the way his eyes glazed over with heat.
I loved the way he didn’t try to hide it.
And I loved the feeling of being in the arms of someone who so clearly wanted me.
Devil moved so he could place my feet back on the ground, but his lips stayed glued to mine. When he had me in place, he reached down to lift my dress.
Thank fuck I wore a dress tonight.
I dug my fingernails into the skin at the nape of his neck when his hands found my panties.
I started panting through our kisses when his fingers slid under my panties.
And when two of his fingers easily entered me, I cried out, “Oh, God, yes!”
“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth while he momentarily stopped kissing me. “I fucking love your pussy.” Our eyes met and I sucked in a breath. I could listen to Devil talk dirty all night, and if he looked at me the way he was right now, I would do absolutely anything he requested. “I want to finger you for hours, darlin’. I want to make you come over and over by reaching deep inside you and”—he hit my G spot, causing me to cry out with pleasure—“doing that.” His mouth was still near mine as he spoke, and the moment he finished talking, he dragged my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it before kissing me again.
The sound of people talking just outside the door made me remember we hadn’t locked it. I pulled my mouth from his. “You need to lock the door.”
His eyes dipped to my throat and he bent to kiss me there, sucking hard on my skin. Ignoring my request.
“Devil,” I urged, “the door.”
Glancing up at me, he shook his head. “I’m going to fuck you with the door unlocked, Hailee.”
Fuck.
No.
Any of my bandmates could walk in on us. Or Doug. Or any of the other staff working that night.