Even repeating the words instantly reignites my anger, and I poke his rock-hard chest for emphasis.
“The reason you don’t know his name is because you’re an asshole!”
His broad shoulders fall at my anger, or maybe it’s the truthfulness of my words. “Jesus Christ, McKenna. You don’t understand.”
“Yeah, you’re damned right. I don’t understand. I went to give you information, not to get man-handled and kissed so you can look like a big man in front of your friend. You did that, you, and then you dismissed me like I was just one of your whores.”
I punctuate each word with another poke to his chest.
Mark grabs my wrist on the last poke and grips it tight enough that I can’t get away, but not so tight that I’ll bruise. “You’re not a whore.”
“I know that.”
“I did that to protect you.”
“No,” I poke his chest again. “You didn’t do that for me.” I snort and shake my head. “Now, who’s lying?”
“I’m not lying.”
“Whatever.” I give him a useless shove and skirt around him. “I don’t need to stand here and listen to your lies. You have totally fucked up my buzz. I’m going to get another drink!”
I’m so close to the door, to freedom, when his hand wraps around my arm and yanks me back until my chest is flush against his, so tight I can feel his heart beating. Fast.
“Let me go!”
“I can’t,” he growls and takes a step forward that pushes my back against the door. “God help me, but I can’t.”
Before I can question his words or his tone, Mark’s lips crash down on mine, kissing me like I’m the star of his every erotic fantasy. His lips are soft, but the scruff on his jaw is a delicious contrast that drives me crazy. My nipples harden against his hard chest, and my body starts to vibrate with need with every pass of his tongue.
Mark lets out a low moan that vibrates his chest and mine, my arms tighten around him, and I press my body closer. He’s so big and so hard everywhere that he pulls me in like a magnet, and I go willingly, pressing up against him like he’s mine. When his big hands slide down to my ass and lift me in the air, bringing my core right up against the long thickness of his erection, my hips roll.
He's so big everywhere, but just one feel of his cock nestling between my thighs takes me back to Grace’s apartment, to another door. I want this man. I need him. Now. I pull back and look at him. My breathing is ragged and choppy.
“Take me home, Mark.”
His hips flex, and my head falls against the door as pleasure takes over. “You want this?”
I nod. “I’ll sneak you up to my room, and we can take this to its logical conclusion.” My body quivers in anticipation of having his cock buried deep in my body once more.
“Can’t do it, McKenna. I don’t sneak in and out of girls’ rooms anymore.” His lips brush gently against mine with a growl. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere else.”
He takes my hand and tugs me out of the bathroom before tucking me under his arm and guiding me out of Club Dynasty.
“What about my car?” I look across the parking lot at my green Audi with a longing expression on my face.
“I’ll bring you back to get it. Later.”
The insinuation of later sends a shiver through my whole body. “Later is good,” I tell him in a breathy voice while he puts a plain black helmet on my head. “Um, thanks.”
Mark’s lips twitch, and I watch in awe as he swings his long leg over the bike and flashes a smile over his shoulder. “Hop on.”
I look down at my tiny red dress and then at the bike. “This isn’t going to work.”
“Just press in real tight against me, and no one but me will get to see your lady parts.” He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing a laugh out of me.
“All right, fine. Just look the other way.”
To my surprise, he looks away and holds a hand out to help.
“All right, we’re good.” I put my hands on his shoulders and slide over the hard planes of his body until I find his narrow waist. The bike roars to life, and the sound vibrates through me, nearly as potent as the man himself.
I hold him tight and let the ocean breeze cool my suddenly overheated skin, a smile tipping the corners of my mouth toward the sky. Need overwhelms me at the thought that soon I’ll feel the weight of this big, masculine body bearing down on me, making me squirm and scream with pleasure.
The ride doesn’t take long, but it does give me time to think. Without Mark’s dark, all-seeing eyes boring a hole through me, I can think about his words. Wonder about them.