Once she hit the dance floor, she ran her hands down her hips, dancing to the beat, her gaze fixed on him. Although he didn’t move, his eyes followed every sweep of her hands as she caressed her way up her body, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
And then he was out of the chair and in front of her—so close, his raw, sensual scent of leather and soap, the heat of his body, and the evidence of his desire filled her with dangerous thoughts.
“We’re leaving.”
“It’s Dawn’s birthday.”
“Now.”
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his throat, feeling the beat of his pulse on her lips. “One dance.”
He grunted his assent, then wrapped his arms around her and swayed them to the music. She was pressed so hard against him, that she could feel the rigid line of his shaft against her hips, the pounding of his heart against her breasts.
Arianne moved trembling hands over his shoulders, tangling them in his soft, thick hair. “Is this how you dance?”
Jagger jerked her closer, thrusting his knee between her legs, forcing her dress to ride dangerously high. “Sweetheart, this is how I fuck.”
Arianne softened against him, her nose pressed into the hollow at the base of his throat, her body hyperaware of every stroke of his hands down her back, the press of his thigh against the curve of her sex, the rapid thud of his heart against her chest. “What happens now?”
He twisted his hand in her hair and tugged her head back, his lips scorching a trail along her jaw. “Now, we’re leaving. Soon, I’m gonna fuck you in that sexy little red dress and those sexy little heels. Later, I’m gonna take them off and you’re gonna kneel in front of me and show me how sweet that dirty little mouth can be.”
The press of his hard body against her was pure bliss. Lightning bolts of pleasure speared through her veins until every part of her body was hot and sensitive to his touch.
“And you will never do what you did tonight,” he growled. “A dress like this, you wear only for me. Touching yourself, you do only for me. And you drink only when I’m with you so I can take advantage.”
Drunk on his savage masculinity and his sensual promises, and maybe two too many drinks, she leaned up and nipped his ear. “I’m not afraid of you.”
His fingers sank into her waist and he lowered his head, his dark eyes intense as he sealed his mouth over hers and stole her breath in a scorching kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues met, tangled, thrust together deep and wet as he took control. “Looking the way you look and dancing the way you danced in front of other men, you should damn well be afraid.”
*
His tongue was down her throat when the first shots rang out.
Instinct sent him diving behind the low retaining wall surrounding the dance floor, dragging Arianne with him. Screams echoed around them. Glass shattered. He looked over the wall, and his blood pumped hot in his veins. Leo. What the fuck was he doing here, and who the hell did he have with him?
Jagger counted at least twelve men wearing cuts, six from the Black Jacks and six with patches he didn’t recognize. They had secured all the exits and were herding people into the center of the bar.
“What’s going on?” Arianne pulled her .38 from her purse and then rolled her eyes when Jagger scowled. “I grew up in an outlaw MC. You think I’d go anywhere without my gun? Usually I carry a .22 in my purse, but I haven’t been able to go home yet to get it.”
He didn’t want her armed and ready to engage the enemy. He wanted her safe. Preferably hidden away in a cupboard or locked in a bathroom. “You won’t be using it. Leo’s out there. He’s got another club with him. They might be wanting to patch over to the Jacks, so he’s puttin’ them through their paces. In my fucking bar.”
More shots rang out. More screams. Leo’s men shouted for everyone to take a seat and stay put.
Arianne peeked over the wall and huddled back down. “Road Kill. They’ve been trying to patch over to the Jacks for years. They’d pretty much do anything for Viper’s protection.”
“Like retrieving Viper’s daughter?”
Arianne paled. “Yeah. That would do it. Bringing me in would win them all sorts of favors from Viper.”
Jagger caught sight of Cade behind an overturned table near the kitchen door, and Zane behind the bar. Gunner and Sparky were caught in the middle and were standing with T-Rex and Tank, forming a wall between Leo and Arianne’s friends. The rest of the brothers were scattered around the room, each one under the guard of one of Leo’s men.
Arianne checked her clip and disengaged her safety. “Well, he’s ruined yet another date for me, although your fingers are intact. This time he’s not getting away with it.”
“Wasn’t aware we were on a date.”
“I wanna hang with an MC president, I can’t be expecting candlelit dinners and walks in the moonlight. Shootings and fights seem to be par for the dating course with you. And if you want to get romantic and give me a present, I could use a new clip.”
Jagger chuckled, “She’s my kind of girl.”