I watched Lila’s smooth, brown throat move as she swallowed hard then indulged myself by raisin’ my hand to trace the line of her neck from the back of her ear to her collarbone just to watch her swallow thickly once more.
She was impossibly responsive, and I was only a man. The effect I seemed to have on her…it was headier than the tequila we’d knocked back, stronger than the hammer fist strike of my pulse in my chest.
I wanted to lay her out and play her body like an instrument just to see what chords would make her sing, how many ways I could make music with her form.
The alcohol had muted the questions I should have been askin’ myself.
What happened if we fucked?
Where would we go from there?
What would the brothers think? Our family?
Tequila and lust eroded the chains that bound me to my oath to Dane to protect Lila at all costs.
‘Cause gettin’ involved with me? The devil in a pair of motorcycle boots?
It would only lead to pain for the both of us.
But as I stared into Lila’s gorgeous face, I was reminded how much beauty there was in pain.
Like a tattoo, the beauty was worth the burn.
“The last one, our kiss,” she murmured. “That’s the lie.”
I cocked my head to the side and fully cupped the side of her neck. “Yeah? Final answer?”
She nodded, bottom lip between her teeth again.
I leaned forward until we were breathin’ the same air. “If that’s your answer, Li, obviously I didn’t do it right for ya the first time.”
My thumb unhooked that plush lower lip from between her teeth, and then my mouth was on hers. Instantly, she parted for me, a knife through butter, no hesitation, just delicious fuckin’ pliancy. She melted against me as I swept my tongue into the silken heat of her mouth and started to lap at the tequila-sweet taste of her.
My hand moved from the side of her neck to wrap around her throat, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lean back to look down at the pretty sight of my skull tatted skin against the purity of her golden throat.
Lips damp, chests heavin’ like we’d run a race, I told her, “Like a work of fuckin’ art.”
Her eyes flared then narrowed, and this time, she kissed me, moldin’ her breasts to my chest as she kneeled on the booth and leaned over me for better access.
Her moan rumbled against my tongue, vibratin’ through me like the strike of a gong.
And I was done.
A goner to a girl I’d once thought of as a kid.
Only now, she was all woman.
My hands moved over the evidence of her femininity, the lush curve of her ass raised in the air as she bent to me, the sweet shelf of that rounded cheek meetin’ the lean muscle of her thigh. I cupped her there, tested the weight of that curve, and groaned to myself.
Hell yeah, I was an ass man, and Lila had the sweetest ass I’d ever touched.
I wanted to test it with my teeth, the stingin’ smack of my palm just to feel the bounce back. I wanted to slap my cock between the swells and watch it disappear between the sexy mounds.
Lila’s hand found my achin’ cock through my jeans and palmed it on a gasp.
“Fuck, you’re thick,” she breathed, tippin’ her forehead against mine so she could look down at her ringed hand on the ridge of my shaft. The sight made us both moan. “I’ve never held a cock so big.”
A primal shudder rattled through my bones, and I nearly fuckin’ growled as I pushed her by the sternum onto her back on the booth before followin’ her down.
“God,” she gasped between the molten press of our mouths meetin’. “I’ve imagined this so many times, and it was never this good.”
Somethin’ panged in my chest, remindin’ me this wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t stop now, not with Lila’s hands in my hair tuggin’ me close, her legs wrapped tight to my hips like vines.
“Could’ve been doing this all along,” she continued as I placed open mouthed kisses down her throat. “But you were too fucking stubborn to notice I’d grown up.”
“Oh, yeah?” I whispered darkly, somethin’ dark stirrin’ in my belly.
If Lila wanted to play, we could fuckin’ play.
She squealed as I carted her into my arms and stepped out of the booth. Felicity, the girl who’d been serving us, gaped as I stalked by her and ordered, “Send a bottle of tequila to the Velvet Room, tell Maja to turn off the cameras in there, and make sure we aren’t fuckin’ interrupted.”
“Nova!” Lila protested, clingin’ to me, laughin’ even though she was obviously embarrassed.
I grinned wickedly down at her and continued to the private room on the left side of the club. The door was open, the room lit with cool blue lights and throbbin’ with the heavy beat of Timbaland’s ‘Bounce.’