Arianne exchanged a few words with the new arrivals, but her skin prickled with awareness. He was here. Whether it was some slight change in the vibe of the room, or the way a path cleared near the door, she just knew he was waiting.
After excusing herself from the group, she pushed her way through the crowd, back to the table she and Dawn had snagged when they first came in. And there he was, sprawled in a chair, legs parted wide, his gaze fixed on her. Intent. Carnal. Predatory. He licked his lips and her panties dampened.
“Speak of the devil.” Dawn appeared at her elbow, drink in hand.
Unable to look away, Arianne just stared. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, dominating the bar with the force of his presence alone. His jeans were a feast of denim over powerful thighs, tight in all the right places. Broad shoulders covered the back of the chair and his cut hung open, giving her a mouth-watering glimpse of his black T-shirt stretched taut over his rippling abs.
Images of their night together flashed through her mind—his lips on her skin, the rough way he’d handled her, the soft whispers in her ear.
The promise she had made this morning.
Jagger’s lazy gaze drifted down her body then back up to rest on the lowest-cut neckline she had ever worn—the main reason the dress had lived in Dawn’s closet so long. His eyes lit with an inner glow and he crooked his finger, beckoning her over.
“Looks like your man is calling.”
“Arrogant bastard.” A smile tugged the corners of Arianne’s lips. “Does he think I’m going to come running because he waggled his finger?”
“That would be a yes.” Cade joined them and wrapped his arms around Dawn’s waist. “Man sees his woman dressed all fine, looking hot as fuck, he’s not gonna waste any time getting his hands on her.” He nuzzled Dawn’s ear and she tipped her head to the side to give him better access.
“See,” she mouthed. “Can’t say no.”
Arianne looked up and almost melted under the heat of Jagger’s gaze. So he liked what he saw, did he? Maybe the dress wasn’t a bad idea after all. And if she could get him hot … Drawing in a deep breath, she flipped her hair and walked toward him, slow and sexy, hips swaying, her gaze fixed on his, working it with every click of her shiny black stilettos.
By the time she reached his chair, his hand was fisted on his thigh, his lips pressed together. Her eyes dropped to his neck, and she watched his pulse throb beneath his skin. What would happen if she took a little lick?
“Hey, baby.” She dropped her hands to her hips and tilted her head to the side. She had never thought of herself as a sexual person, never flirted or played games, and although she liked the way she looked, she’d never considered herself pretty. But the way Jagger’s eyes roved over her, as if there were no one else in the bar, naked hunger in his gaze, made her feel like the sexiest woman in the whole damn world.
“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t decide if I want to rip that dress off you or fuck you in it first.” He slid a hand over her hip, pulling her toward him.
“You’re looking pretty fine yourself.” She cupped his jaw, rough with a five-o’clock shadow. “I like this look. Nothing screams ‘badass’ better than bristles.”
He caught her hand and brought her palm to his lips. “You haven’t even seen badass, sweetheart. I’ve been gentle with you so far, but seeing you in that dress and those fuck-me shoes, I’m thinking I’m done with gentle.” With his free hand on her ass, he pulled her closer, between his spread legs, an entirely possessive move that was clearly meant as a message to every man in the room.
Arianne bit her lip against the arousal raging through her body. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
He traced lazy circles up the inside of her thigh, his fingers delving beneath her dress. Arianne gasped, and a slow, sensual smile spread across his face.” You’re already turned on. Should we see just how wet you are?” He eased her dress up an inch, and Arianne slapped his hand away.
“We’re in public.”
“My people.” He pulled her against him, his fingers digging into her ass. “My bar. My rules. If I wanted to take you over my knee and spank you for making a man so hard he can barely think, no one’s gonna stop me.”
Her nerve endings tingled. The idea of giving up that much control both scared and excited her. “I’ll stop you.”
Jagger stilled, his gaze focused, intent. “No, you won’t. You like that idea.” He shifted in his chair, spreading his legs farther apart. “Jesus. My girl wants to be spanked. And I thought I was hard before.” He caressed her ass, then gave her a pinch. “Tonight.”
The DJ played JT’s “Not a Bad Thing,” and she crooked her finger and took a step back, beckoning him out of the chair, desperate to distract him from the turn of a conversation she wasn’t quite ready to have.