She sighed. If anyone knew about rejection, it was her, and it sucked when that message was delivered, loud and clear.
Anna was relieved when Ian led her back to their table after a few songs. He must have felt the coast was clear when it came to Nastassia. The conversation between them had stalled after his revelation. However, she was okay with that. Her only mission was to finish her drink and start to work on another one.
Ian slammed his drink down in one gulp, as she sipped at hers. They were both lost in their own thoughts. Before she knew it, her drink was gone, and she was ready for a replacement.
The tension was completely gone, and Anna felt pretty good for a woman who had been rejected. She actually felt quite dreamy. The music soaked into the very essence of her body, as if she could feel every beat inside of her. Everything slowed down, taking on a surreal quality. The blood pounded in her ears, as heat began to spread throughout her suddenly weightless body.
Her unfocused gaze settled on Ian. He was staring at her intently, his green eyes burning with a carnality she wouldn’t have expected to see. The heat of his eyes flickered across her lips and breasts before moving to her face with a question in their green depths. Lust sizzled along her nerve endings, fueling a fire that already burned deep inside of her. Now that she’d experienced passion, she realized how much she craved it. She gave him her answer in her elevated breathing and hardened nipples.
A small part of her knew it was a bad idea, but the thought was eradicated by the need pulsating within her. Her body simply didn’t care. It throbbed and burned, waiting and wanting to be filled.
The music called to something deep inside of her. Sliding out of the chair, her hips began to slowly move to each beat of the music. Her voluptuous body was pure seduction, her curves begging to be conquered and tamed. Closing her eyes, Anna gave herself over to the feeling, sensually gyrating her hips.
Large hands slowly slid down the sides of her body, pulling her up against a solid male form. Hardness prodded against her back, and Anna moaned in pleasure. It was the prize she was seeking, the only thing that could ease the fire devouring her body.
All of her thoughts centered on getting that hardness deep within her. Anna dropped her head down to the floor, her hips arching and searching for his maleness. Ian's hands guided her, as he pressed the length of his erection against the groove between her cheeks, making her gasp.
Any traces of modesty were already gone. They were in the darkest, most private part of the club, but it wouldn’t have mattered to her at that moment. Anna wanted him to push her skirt up and take her, right then and there. In fact, she was doing everything in her power to make sure he did.
But instead of giving her what she wanted, an arm wrapped itself underneath her breasts, as he pulled her back against his chest. Anna whimpered in need. Warm lips moved down the side of her neck before Ian released a sound of pure lust.
“Outside, now,” his voice growled in her ear. “I'm very close to bending you right back over, here and now, and taking you hard and fast. Either way, I’m getting in. I'm so fucking turned on I feel like my cock is going to explode.”
For a moment, Anna felt confused. She couldn't understand where she was or why someone was talking to her in that way. After a long moment of bewilderment, she identified the voice as belonging to Ian. Then her turmoil fled. His hands were already guiding her to the door, urging her out as quickly as possible.
As soon as they hit the pavement, he spun her around and lifted her. Anna didn’t need any encouragement to wrap her legs around him. Her mouth met his, and in a brief moment of clarity, she realized something didn’t feel quite right.
The thought passed again at the first thrust of his tongue. He was an outstanding kisser. Ian, Shayne, it didn’t matter. Her body wanted what it wanted, and it hadn't specified any names.
Her sex settled right up against his dick. Her slit was spread wide open, only inches above satisfaction. She instinctively knew his hardness would make the heat go away. It was the only thing that could.
Ian went around the side of the building and into a deserted alleyway. Without missing a beat, he pressed her back into the brick wall and jabbed his hardness against her. They both groaned at the contact.
With one hand, Ian reached down and released himself from the confines of his pants. “I can’t wait,” she gasped, without any filter. “I have to have you inside of me, now.”
He moved her into position. Her panties provided a thin barrier she didn’t want or need. With a quick pull, he ripped them off.
“Yes, please,” Anna whimpered, impatient for anything to satisfy the ache inside of her.
SHAYNE WALKED INTO the club, a scowl across his face. He was dressed in black, his weapons strapped across his back underneath his jacket. He looked more like a man ready for battle than someone out for a night of clubbing. He couldn't have cared less.
He moved forward into the throng of people. One look at the expression on his face, combined with his large body, was all it took to clear a path. Even intoxicated, the crowd realized he was not a man to cross.
The club was loud and packed full. A huge fish tank ran across the center of the
