“Now that’s just fucked up,” he said, serious despite a curt laugh.
Tipping his chin up, he drew a hand across his perfect jaw, his face a mixture of annoyance and arousal as he looked down his perfect nose at me. I swallowed.
“What is?”
“You making that lusty little ‘fuck me’ face right now.”
I breathed out a laugh. “Was I?”
“I don’t know. Your cheeks got nice and pink and you were sucking on your lip like it was candy. Is that the face you make when you want to get fucked?” he asked, his question flooding me with heat.
“No.” I lied. “I just do that sometimes.”
“Well, don’t do it now,” he muttered. “Not unless you want me to pull that little skirt up your thighs and make you come all over my mouth.”
Holy…
Shit.
I was speechless as he smirked.
“You’re doing it again.”
“What? The fuck-me face?” I choked breathlessly, my entire body on fire. “Sorry. Can’t really help it when you’re standing there without a shirt on and telling me you’re going to lick my pussy till I come.”
“Christ.” His jaw tightened as a low growl rumbled from his chest. “Did I say those exact words?” he asked, arousal thick in his voice.
“No,” I sputtered hotly, suddenly embarrassed that I’d dropped the word “pussy” right in front of a stranger. “But you implied. So I deduced.”
“Right,” he grinned as his eyebrows pulled tight. “Are we fighting, by the way? Because if we are, it’s getting me even harder than I was when you first walked out squeezing the hell out of those perfect tits.” He laughed as my jaw dropped. “What? You can say pussy but I can’t say tits?”
“Now you’re just trying to rile me up.”
“No, you’ve been riled up. You’re just trying to pretend otherwise because you don’t want to believe that some stranger at a club is actually tempting you to break whatever rule you have about one-night stands.”
I glared at his self-satisfied smirk, letting the silence stretch between us till it felt almost deafening. He broke it with a laugh.
“I meant to ask, by the way – what was the other thing?” he asked.
“What?”
“You said that dancing was one of two things that got you actually tired. What was the other thing?”
Fuck, I cursed, our stares locked tight as I sucked on my bottom lip. Sex is the other thing, I answered silently as he gave that low chuckle. Crazy, sweaty, eight-pack sex. You asshole.
I wasn’t sure how, but he already knew the damned answer, so rather than say it I simply swallowed the knot in my throat. Holding my hair off the blazing hot back of my neck, I tried to reconcile the fact that I was about to do something crazy.
“I can have my driver outside in a minute if you want to get out of here,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming at me.
I was still chewing my lip, and it took a good few moments to find my words. But when I did, they came out without the slightest tremor.
“Fine. Call your driver now.”
3
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
He groaned against my lips as I straddled him in the backseat of the car, my skirt riding all the way up my thighs. I swallowed a moan as his tongue trailed down to my neck, his cock hot and hard under my soaked panties. He grunted as he tormented himself, gripping handfuls of my naked ass under my skirt, moving my body for me and rubbing my pussy up and down his impressive shaft. “I need to feel my cock inside you already,” he hissed, squeezing my ass so hard I let out a loud moan that surprised us both.