Killian’s solid thigh gently eased mine apart, and he pressed it against my sex.
Holy shit.
This wasn’t a boy kissing me for the first time. He was all man, and there was no question he controlled everything about it.
Come to think of it, he had then too, but back then I had nothing to compare his kiss to. Now I did, and no man had ever kissed me like this.
I sagged into him, hands on his chest, fingers curling into his tailored shirt. His hand slid down my side, one rib at a time until it settled on my waist, fingers tight as if to let me know that I wasn’t moving until he said so.
His swollen cock pushed up against my belly, and a parade of heated sparks danced across my skin.
Oh, God, I wanted him inside me.
I wanted to feel every inch of him.
Have him call me orchid as he thrust into me again and again and then watch his face as he came. And then I wanted to memorize every inch of his body. Trace his tattoos with the tips of my fingers. Put my mouth around his cock and…
Christ. What was I thinking?
He was distracting me from what I really needed, and that was a job dancing. A job I was desperate for as I really didn’t want to wait tables for shitty tips at an all-night diner like my mom.
But it was Killian who ended the kiss first.
“That’s why,” he stated, then spun on his heel, walked to the door and opened it. But it wasn’t Greg standing there; it was Luke, the guy who almost threw me out of the concert. “Luke,” Killian nodded. “Everyone still here?”
“In the lounge.”
“Do you mind taking Miss Grady home?”
“Wait. What?” I stammered, still flustered from the kiss and trying to wrap my head around the fact that Killian just kissed me. “We haven’t discussed this.”
“We just did.” He nodded to Luke who looked at me, eyes flicking to my mouth that was no doubt red and swollen.
“We didn’t,” I shot back. “You said no then kissed me.”
Luke cleared his throat but didn’t say anything.
“Yeah. We did,” Killian repeated.
“Well, kissing isn’t a discussion.”
“It’s mine.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “And now you’re going home.”
“Fine, but I’m going home with a job.”
“Jesus, you’re stubborn. No fuckin’ way. Get it through your head. I don’t want you dancing here, and since it’s partially my place, I don’t need a reason, although I just gave you one. You need money. I’ll help, but working here or any other club is off limits.”
“The media said you were nice.” My lips still tingled and my body still swam in heated desire.
“I was never nice, Savvy.”
He nodded to Luke, who stepped into the room, but he made no move toward me. “A word, boss.”
“You can say what you need to in front of her, Luke.”
His brows lifted as if surprised. “She wants to work here?”
“Yes,” both Killian and me said at the same time.
“Better here than in his clubs. And Brett runs a tight ship.”
Killian’s jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists.
“His?” I asked.
Silence. Who were they talking about? Maybe Trevor knew who owned the other nightclubs.
I waited, heart still pounding, the scent of Killian still in the air around me, the taste of him still on my lips.
“Give us a minute?” Killian finally said to Luke.
Luke nodded and left, quietly shutting the door behind him.
“Who were you referring to?” I asked.
“Seamus Kane.” Oh, shit. His father. “He owns the competition. Two nightclubs.”
Right. I recalled hearing in school Kite’s dad owned nightclubs. “Does he know you part-own Compass?”
“No. But if he looks hard enough, he will find out. Not that I give a shit.” He walked over to the desk and leaned his butt against it while crossing his arms. “Sit, Savvy.”
Since my knees were about to give out from the mixture of dancing for the last five hours and his kiss, I sat on one of the chairs in front of him. It was obvious Killian and his dad were not on good terms, which wasn’t surprising.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Meaning?”
“Something happened. I may not have seen you in years, Savvy, but you’re the same core person. I see it in your eyes, and I felt it in your kiss. You’ve been involved in two incidents within a week, one being illegal. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s not you. Something’s happened.”
He read me right. That wasn’t me, but life had a way of throwing hardballs, and I was still learning how to swing the bat. “Why do you want to know? Will it make a difference on whether I get the job or not?”
“Maybe.”
I swallowed. “Okay. I was involved with my dance instructor who later became my boss when he hired me, and I taught dance at his studio. Fast forward two years and he cheated on me with one of his students. I moved out of his place and quit my job.”