'Really?'
He was suspicious. Not that it showed in his voice or his expression. It was just something she felt.
Why would he be suspicious if he was innocent?
Tension slivered through her. 'Yes, really.'
He studied her for a second, gaze steely. 'You wouldn't happen to be a security officer testing me out, would you?'
She blinked. 'What?'
His grip tightened on her rear, becoming almost painful.
'You heard. Are you, or are you not, security?'
'Not. And why would security be checking you out?'
'Because it's policy to randomly check new applicants to ensure browsers haven't slipped through the net.'
By browsers did he mean those who just wanted an easy lay rather than commitment? And why would he think the club did that? She wasn't aware of it, and she'd been briefed by the manager on not only all the club's rules and regs, but on the clubs layout and security.
'Well, given that you are browsing, I can see why you'd be a little worried by the thought of me being security.'
His smile was a slow burn of heat, and some of the tension she'd felt in him eased. But not all. He was still wary, and she again wondered why.
'A security officer is not someone I'd prefer to meet. Not until I find what I'm looking for, anyway.'
And he was looking, just not for a mate or children, but something else entirely different. Entirely darker.
A chill ran through her. Why was she getting these little intuitive flashes? It was not something she'd been prone to in the past. Not so clearly, anyway.
'I can play a security officer, if you'd like,' she said, keeping her voice light. Teasing. 'Want me to haul you away and interrogate you?'
His head lowered so that his breath caressed her mouth, and his lips brushed hers as he spoke. 'Interrogation was not what I had in mind.'
Her mind was shouting Yes! Yes! even as she asked, 'What did you have in mind, then?'
'This.'
His mouth came down on hers. Not gently, not tentatively, but forcefully. He was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, exactly what she wanted, and his kiss reflected that.
It was urgent, hungry, his mouth plundering hers as their tongues tangled, tasted, teased. And while it was everything she wanted, it also made her want a whole lot more. Made her want him more.
God, the man could kiss.
After what seemed like hours they came up for air. The rapid pounding of her heart was a cadence that seemed to override the babble of voices and the heavy, erotic music that swirled around them. The scent of desire was so thick, so strong, that all she could think about was how much she needed this man to finish what he'd started. Lord, she literally
It didn't matter that he was a suspect, that he didn't have a scent, that he'd lied to her more than once, and probably wasn't who he said he was. Lust was all consuming, and it was beginning to swamp all common sense.
'I want to fuck you,' he said, his breath whispering heat across her lips. 'Right here, right now.'
His coarse words made desire boil over. Oh God… she so wanted the same. But while desire might be all consuming, she knew right here and right now wasn't exactly the right thing to do. 'That's against the rules.'
'Look around us. Others are doing it.'
'Just because others are doing it doesn't make it right. It could get us thrown out.' And in truth, that was the only thing stopping her. She was here to do a job, and she couldn't do that job if she was banned.
'I thought you were here to get down and have wild sex?'
Her gaze widened a little. She certainly hadn't said that out loud—had he read her thoughts? Or merely her body language? And if he could catch her thoughts, would that explain his sudden suspicion? Had he realized she was here for more than what she was saying?
'I am here for wild sex.'
'Then what's stopping you?'
'I can't afford to get thrown out. I don't have the money to reapply somewhere else.'
'We won't get thrown out.'
'You can't guarantee that.'
'Yes, I can.'
There was something in his voice that made her want to believe him. Or was that merely her hormones willing her to listen to any lie in their quest for satisfaction? 'How can you be so sure? Are you the owner?'
He grinned. 'I know the owner. Trust me, she won't throw us out.'
The words were barely out of his mouth when he kissed her again, and whatever slivers of control she had were totally and irrevocably smashed by the force of that kiss. By the desire and passion behind it.
'Let's do it,' he said into her mouth, the thick heat of his erection grinding so sensually against her belly.
'Yes,' she said quickly, knowing if she didn't she might well combust.
She slid her hands to his hips and pulled down his zipper, freeing him from the constraint of his jeans. He lifted her up onto him. And then he was in her, filling her, and it felt so good. So very, very good. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper still, until it felt as if the long length of him was going to spear right through her body. His thick groan of pleasure was a sound she echoed. God, having a man so deep inside was far better than she remembered.
And definitely far better than the goddamn vibrators she'd been using as a substitute.
He began to move, thrusting so deliciously deep, and thought slipped away. All she could do was move with him, savoring and enjoying the sensations flowing through her. But slow and sensuous sex was not what she wanted—or needed—right now. Not after six frustrating months of flying solo. She moved against him, taking control of the rhythm, ramping up the speed. Needing it hard, needing it fast. He matched her movements, thrusting quicker, deeper, until her whole body quivered with the force of it, and she was panting, sweating, aching with the need for completion.
God, the heat of him, the feel of so much hard flesh pressed against her, inside and out, felt so good, so incredibly good, that she just didn't want it to stop. But it would stop, because the low down trembling was growing, fanning upwards from the hotspot where their bodies met, a wave of heat that seemed to suck the breath from her lungs. The sheer intensity of the sensations swamping her had her grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging through his sweater, into his flesh.
'Oh God.' Her voice was little more than a fractured whisper. 'Make me come. Please make me…'
The rest of her plea was lost to a kiss that was savage, urgent, and as glorious as the sex they were sharing. Their already frantic tempo increased, his penis ramming deep, so gloriously deep inside, reaching places she'd swear had never been touched before now. And then suddenly she couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except merely feel as her climax came, sending her spiraling into a place that was sheer, unadulterated bliss. A second later he went rigid against her, the force of his release tearing a long, deep groan from his throat.
It was yet another sound she echoed. She rested her forehead against his chest, listening to the wild beat of his heart, knowing her own was just as erratic. And in the ashes of that glorious aftermath, she hoped like hell she hadn't just fucked a murderer.
The stud in her right ear suddenly went hot. Jack, wanting to talk to her. She sighed, and raised her head.
'Well, that scratched an itch.'
He kissed her nose, then released her, holding her arm until she'd found her land legs again. 'Why don't we take this upstairs and ease a few more?'
