Saving the Bride

ChapterTwo

Beckett

“You’re mine now,” I say as I lift her off the ground and put my hand on her round ass.

“Who do you think you are?” She wiggles, but I see how her lips part and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am.” I smirk, and the way her eyes narrow makes my cock even harder. “Baby, everyone in here knows I own this place, including you.”

“Put me down.” She ignores my comment, and I swear I think she wiggles against me just to feel my dick get bigger.

“How old are you?” I say, and she stops moving instantly.

“I’m over twenty-one.” She blinks quickly and then looks away.

“Then why are you so nervous right now?”

Without realizing it, I’ve walked us to the edge of the dance floor where it’s dark and I can hear her talk.

“Because I don’t have an ID.”

“Interesting.” I put her on her feet, but I don’t release her. “Then how did you manage to get into my club?”

She shrugs, and I see the hint of a smile. “Your bouncers didn’t need much convincing.”

The thought of them looking at her in this little dress and imagining what they’d do to her makes me want to shut this place down and lock the doors for good.

“What’s your name?” I ask, needing the distraction from wanting to pummel the front door guys.

“Baby, don’t pretend like you don’t know,” she throws back at me, and god, I want to kiss her. Those full lips turn up at the corner and dare me to push back.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” I lean down, and her eyes lock with mine.

“What’s going to be fun?”

“Making you mine,” I say as I slide my hands down her back. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to show up. And now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go.”

“I must be dreaming.” She leans her head back as I get closer, and I smile down at her.

“Then I promise never to wake you up.” With that, I close the distance between us, and our lips connect.

The kiss isn’t gentle or tender, but consuming and full of need. The moment my mouth is on hers, I know that this is the woman I’ve been waiting my whole life to kiss. Her body softens as her hands go to my chest and I press her against the wall. I want to grab her thighs and spread them open so I can sink into her wet heat, but just as I have the thought, alarms are going off in my head.

Is this my mind telling me to slow down? Are we moving too fast? God, I don’t want to stop because the second I saw her, I knew she was the one. Now my mind is screaming at me to hold back? This doesn’t make sense.

“Beckett!”

Someone yells from behind me and then roughly yanks on my shoulder. It causes me to break the kiss, and I snarl as I turn around and see my night manager Burt looking crazed.

“Beckett, the kitchen is on fire!” he yells, and that’s when I realize the alarms that I thought were only in my head are in fact blaring through the club.

The music is off and the lights have been turned on and all of the emergency exits are wide open as security moves everyone out.

“Fuck.” I see the smoke coming from the back, and I can hear the fire trucks in the distance.

Turning to face my mystery woman, I can see she’s just as stunned as I am. How did we miss all of this with just one kiss?

“We need you, Beckett!” Burt shouts over the alarms.