Keeping Score

“I needed a break,” I whispered.

“Break from what?” he teased. His body leaned into mine and I sighed. He was a solid mass of muscle and strength.

“Just some stuff.” Oh my God. I sounded stupid. “What are you doing back here? It’s staff only,” I challenged.

I knew exactly what I wanted to hear from him. Some kind of reassure that he wasn’t the man I had heard about. That the fact that he had followed me back to the private hallway meant he didn’t think of me like he did the rest of the bimbos that worked here. I wanted something that I knew Kane Hawkins wasn’t capable of giving me.

“I missed you out there.”

I let a laugh slip. “Really?”

“Really.” He sounded certain. At least certain enough that I wasn’t willing to argue with him.

“You followed me back here because you missed me?” I asked, my voice raspy with nervousness.

“Yes. That’s what I said.”

“Was there something you needed? Out of beers already?” I asked.

“No nothing like that.” His lips brushed over mine without touching my skin. “I wanted to see if I was right.”

My heart pounded. Thank God there was blaring music and a bar full of people celebrating the Sharks’ win or he would hear what he was doing to me.

“Right about what?”

“How it would feel to kiss you.”

My eyes grew wide as I drew a ragged breath.

Before I could return his surprising answer with a smartass comment he ran his fingers over my lips and slowly dragged them down between my breasts. I sighed with lust. So much fucking lust. He stopped just shy of the waistband of my cutoffs and wrapped his other arm around my waist.

“H-how … ” I squeaked out as his fingers slipped under the hem of my shorts.

Even in the dark I could see his perfect sexy grin.

“Nice. Cotton panties? That's a first.”

I could barely control my breathing. “I’m not your type.” And I wasn’t. I’d never done anything close to this before. Why was I doing it now?

“I think we both know we’re incompatible for anything in life outside this bar, but in here…” He kissed my throat. “In here we could be fucking incredible.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked naively. I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to know.

“Everything,” he whispered in my ear and I could feel the sudden wetness between my legs. My breathing was erratic and the only way I could keep my knees from buckling was to squeeze his arms as tightly as I could.

“Do you always get what you want?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“When I want something I go after it and I always get it, baby.”

Oh God. He was an arrogant asshole. Cocky. Brash. And yet I was falling for it like a damn groupie. I was pinned against the wall, reveling in the feel of his body holding me in place.

I rolled my eyes, needing to find some of my own strength buried somewhere inside me. “Did you really just say that to me?”

He smiled and slipped his fingers past the fabric. My breath hitched and I moaned.

“You do have a wild streak somewhere in there, don't you?” he asked as my wet warmth covered my fingers. I groaned as he slowly circled my clit and ran his finger to my entrance.

“I-I can’t do this here. Were in a hallway.” I didn’t even recognize the raspiness of my own voice.