King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

I was surprised she hadn’t sensed me staring sooner, but on the other hand, I guess that was a good thing. I didn’t want her thinking I was some kind of creep. Especially because I saw the way she shut down that other guy. I was glad she did. Because otherwise I would have had to intervene, and I didn’t want to get blood on my hands tonight. I did that enough in my day job.

When she finally did notice me though, I could tell the attraction was mutual.

As she stood beside me at the bar, trying to play nonchalant, I knew it was time to make my move. I offered to buy her a drink, and after a brief pause, she accepted my offer.

“So—are you from around here?” I asked as she sipped her strawberry daiquiri from a straw. Her lips curved into a flirtatious smile when she caught me staring at them. Damn, those lips wrapped around my cock would be better than that straw, for both of us.

She shook her head. “No. I guess you can say I’m here for business, sort of.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of business?”

The playful grin slipped off her face and she finished the rest of her drink.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Forget I asked. I’m here to escape work stress myself, so I know what that’s like.”

“What kind of stress?”

“Just business.” I wouldn’t bother her with details. “And how do you like Turkey so far?” I asked her, referring to the club.

Her smile was dazzling. “I love it. I’m having a great time, especially when I’m next to a gorgeous guy like you.”

Nice. This evening was becoming better and better. I let my hand roam over hers, watching the goosebumps on her skin that followed my touch, and leaned in to her ear to say, “Well, you’re not the first to say that. I can have that effect on women.” I winked at her, throwing my panty-dropping smile at her. “You’re hot yourself. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you from the moment I saw you.”

Her breathing increased, and it just made my blood boil. She smelled so sweet, and I couldn’t resist the urge to move her hair aside and put my lips on her neck, leaving an open-mouthed kiss right over her soft flesh.

“Colt,” she murmured and angled her head to the side, allowing me further access to her neck.

Damn. That was sexy.

Seeing that she was still gripping her empty glass, I took it from her, making sure our hands brushed against each other in the process. I leaned in toward her. “No more talk. Let’s dance,” I whispered in her ear.

She responded by giving me a sly grin. I slid my hand down her arm until our hands met, and then led her to the dance floor.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that her friend had managed to sneak back onto the dance floor unnoticed, likely at some point when we’d been talking at the bar. She winked in our direction.

When we’d found a spot to occupy, Natalie smiled, released my hand, and began swaying her hips to the beat. For a moment, all I could do was watch, memorized. That’s when it dawned on me that her shyness had been an act; this woman was an absolute tease, and she knew exactly what she was doing. I was a fucking winner.

She turned around, pressing her back against me. I gripped her hips, loving the way they felt moving to the music. The more her ass pressed against me, the more difficult it became to contain myself and I knew that at any moment, she would feel it. I kissed her neck, nibbling at the exposed skin. She was so delicious.

Just when I couldn’t take it anymore, she spun around to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck as best as she could due to our height difference. I slinked my arms around her waist as we continued dancing, falling into an easy sway as the next song started.

The playful grin returning to her face, she began to shimmy her shoulders and then leaned backwards, tightening her grip around me and she dipped. I wrapped my arms more securely around her and leaned over, unable to resist pressing my face into her neck and smelling her sweet perfume. A giggle rose from her throat and she lifted one leg, hitching it at my hip. I removed one hand from her waist and gripped the back of her knee, feeling the soft skin there as our hips moved in unison to the beat.

When we returned upright, her face was flushed and there was an unmistakable hunger in her eyes that rivaled what I felt.

“What are you doing after you leave here, Natalie?” I asked, stooping to whisper in her ear again.

She smiled. “I don’t know. Why? Do you have any plans for me?”

“Oh—I’m sure I can think of something…”

She stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to my ear. “Why don’t you show me what you’re thinking of then?”

I groaned as she nipped at my earlobe. I wanted her so badly right then, I considered fucking her right there on the dance floor.

But I was also aware that she’d had several drinks…

I pulled back, wanting to get a good look at her face. “I can’t tell you how much I’d love that, but how do I know this is really you talking, and not the alcohol?”