Just One Spark (The Kingston Family 4)

And if she wasn’t hooked on a suddenly possessive rock star, she’d be tempted to flirt. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t want this man’s attention? But her panties were damp from Dash’s touch and her body primed from all his attention.

Somehow she was going to have to make good on her self-imposed promise to take advantage of what the man offered and not get her heart hurt in the process.

Harrison turned to Dash. “Great performance tonight,” he said, extending his hand.

“Thanks.” The begrudging sound nearly made Cassidy choke. Did he really think Harrison had hit on her? Or that she was at all interested?

She imagined the two men nearly broke each other’s fingers during their shake.

Apparently Sasha had been watching and shot her an amused grin.

Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Men,” she mouthed to her friend and received a nod in return.

Soon, Sasha, Xander, and Harrison began talking shop, and Dash leaned over. “I’m ready to get the hell out of here. How about you?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Relief crossed his handsome face. “My apartment is closer.”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

He grinned. “You won’t be needing any. Besides, Chloe left sweats and some things there you can borrow.”

“Sounds like you’ve got this all figured out.”

He ran a finger down her cheek. “When it comes to you? Not even close.”

* * *

The ride back to Dash’s apartment wouldn’t be long, but he wasn’t sure he could wait to get his hands on Cassidy. She’d looked so fucking gorgeous on his arm, making him proud to show her off to everyone he knew. Even calling her his girlfriend hadn’t been difficult, and for a man who’d avoided relationships, that was saying something huge.

Just looking at her had him sporting wood. He would have taken her to the bathroom and fucked her then and there if he didn’t respect her so damned much and want to make a better impression than the one he’d already left her with. Then again, his bed was probably a better option. He could take his time and get to know every part of her luscious body.

Still, there was no reason he couldn’t get this started now. They knew from their ride here, the driver couldn’t see or hear them unless the partition came down. They had all the privacy they needed.

As he’d done during Vivi’s set, he placed his hand on Cassidy’s knee and began to slowly trail his fingers up her bare skin. He already knew her tight shorts would hinder his efforts, but that was okay. There was time to get where he wanted. They had all night.

Leaning toward her, he wound his fingers around her long ponytail, feeling the silky softness while at the same time cupping her cheek. “I’ve been waiting hours to get you all to myself.”

Those sparkling eyes twinkled as he spoke. “What are you going to do now that you have me?”

He licked her glossed lips once. Twice. The third time, he yanked on her hair at the same time he sealed his mouth over hers. Like they’d been let off leash, they devoured each other, lips clashing, tongues tangling, teeth nipping as he experienced the hottest kiss of his life.

He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he did Cassidy, and apparently she felt the same way. Needing to know for sure, he cupped her sex in his hands, feeling her heat through the material.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Are you wet for me?” he asked, his gruff voice barely recognizable.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she asked.

This was the woman he remembered from their night together. The uninhibited female who needed him as much as he had her and wasn’t afraid to tease or to take what she wanted.

He doubted she’d forgiven him, but it was clear she’d decided to give in to their desire. Whatever her reasons, any chance to get closer to her, he’d take it.

He unhooked the clasps of her jacket, revealing a thin black stretch camisole that hugged her skin and showed off her full breasts. Easily, he lifted the hem of her top and slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her shorts, inching downward until he encountered her hot, wet warmth.

“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to hers, trying to catch his breath as he strummed her nearly bare sex.

“Oh God, Dash, harder.” Her hips bucked upward, seeking a firmer, deeper connection.

One he wanted to give her.

He had every intention of pushing the shorts around her thighs and baring her sweet pussy so he could stroke her until she came. Then he’d lower his head and give himself a long, leisurely taste, sucking her juices. At the thought, his cock threatened to explode from the confines of his pants.

Given the size of this limo, Dash knew he had plenty of room to get a taste of her before they got back to his apartment.