Every cell in my body came alive with the need to do just that. To claim her. Mark her. Ruin her.
With that thought, I rolled my hips behind her in time with the beat. Once, twice, then again. “Get out of your head and let the music lead you.”
She kept staring at me. I kept dancing. Then just when I was about to give up, Becca drew in a breath and closed her eyes.
Her movements were barely noticeable as one song bled into the other. Pressing harder against her stomach, I tugged her even closer to me.
Digging my fingers into her hip bone, I helped her move with me. Behind her, I was hard. It was impossible not be with her ass rubbing against my dick. When she felt it, her body stiffened. The thick lashes fanning her cheeks fluttered but before she could open her pretty eyes, I pressed my mouth against her ear. “Don’t think, just feel.”
Two, maybe three seconds ticked by before she took another long drag of air. A beat later, she was reaching behind her and threading her fingers through my hair.
Two songs turned into who knew how many while Becca, beat for agonizing beat, lost herself to the music.
I was lost to something too because for the first time in months, the reason why this woman was in my arms didn’t matter, only that she was.
Maybe that was why my hand smoothed over the curve of her hip and down her thigh. Moving slowly, I bunched the silky material of her dress in my palm until I could reach beneath the hem and touch her bare skin.
I trailed my fingers up along the inside of her thigh. Her breath caught. And when she made no move to stop me, I continued until I could push the lace aside to feel her warmth and silkiness beneath my fingertips.
I pushed inside and the sexiest sound rolled over her lips. It was breathy and needy and so damn beautiful.
“Becca,” I breathed against her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head; the sharp edges of her nails digging so hard into my scalp, I was certain she drew blood. “Then tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please don’t stop.”
I smiled against her skin, my fingers finding a new faster rhythm. My tongue darted out, tracing her ear before drawing the lobe between my teeth. Becca’s head lolled to the side, her breaths coming hard and fast.
When she was right there at the edge of ecstasy, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine, swallowing her cries of pleasure. I kissed her long and hard as she steadily floated down to earth and I could withdraw my hand.
The moment I did that, though, a switch flipped.
She spun around and took a step back. Shaking her head, she sputtered, “You… I…” The lights bouncing over her face might’ve been blue and white, but it did nothing to hide the deep blush staining her cheeks.
It wasn’t that far of a reach to assume she hadn’t done anything like this before and for whatever messed up reason, that just made me want her even more.
Grinning, I closed the little distance between us. Holding her gaze, I sucked my fingers—the two that’d just been inside her—into my mouth and licked them clean. Still tasting her, I leaned forward and swept my tongue over the seam of her lips. “We should take this conversation somewhere a little more private, don’t you think?”
Becca stood stock-still, big blue eyes taking up half of her face. It would have been so damn easy to grab her hand and drag her off to some dark corner where I could make her moan and scream until she was hoarse, but I wanted her to want that.
To beg for it.
Her gaze skittered over the people on the dancefloor; all of them still so focused on their own here and now, I doubted any of them had even seen her fall apart. Maybe that was the confirmation she needed? Because what she did next almost knocked me on my ass—and I was not a man who got knocked on his ass often.
She moved quick, closing what little distance there was between us and pushing onto her toes to close her mouth over mine. Becca’s fingers speared through my hair, her tongue sweeping against mine with bold urgent strokes.
“Yes,” she breathed against my lips. “Yes, take me. Have me.”
My fingertips brushed down her arm; her skin was soft, so incredibly soft. When I reached her hand, I laced my fingers through hers and started walking. I didn’t stop until we were safely tucked inside my office.
Becca nibbled on her lip, her eyes immediately focused on the windowed wall overlooking the club below. From up here, it was a spectacular sight. Lights flashing, bodies moving.
I clicked the lock in place and then moved to the side door to do the same. When I returned, Becca had her back to me. With a palm pressed against the window, she was studying the scene below.
Sliding in behind her, I smoothed one hand down her waist and wound her ponytail around the other. I tugged hard, pulling her head to the side to expose the slender column of her throat. My mouth found the soft skin below her ear, my tongue darting out to taste.
The sound vibrating from the back of her throat seemed to have a direct line to my dick. It was breathy and needy and so damn sexy. “Changed your mind yet, princesa?” I parted my lips and blew a breath over her skin before pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the spot. “If you don’t want this, you better tell me now. Once I start with you there will
