Somehow they’d managed to create their own dance floor upstairs in our private room, people coming and going as more and more unfamiliar, star-struck faces appeared.
I could only assume most of them were willing women they’d raided from downstairs.
“Dance with me.” Sebastian’s smooth words licked through me like flames. Unlike when he’d uttered them to me that night at Charlie’s. The night I’d worried this hope was slipping away. Now, none of the sadness or fear held me.
I should have known better, then.
Should have known this was real.
Unstoppable.
Unbreakable.
Sebastian helped me off his lap, and pushed to his feet. That strange, intense energy brimmed to life as he gazed down at me. He said nothing as he wove his fingers through mine. He took me by all kinds of sweet surprise when he didn’t lead me into the mix of his friends in the private room. Instead, he led me slowly down the stairs to the main floor of the club.
With each step, I could feel the rate of my pulse increase, the boom, boom, boom of my heart escalate as he led me into the manic fray that thrummed with the electric beat.
Sebastian’s movements were slow. Intentional. Sensual and sexual, causing stuttered breaths to gasp from between my lips when he aligned us front to front. His heat, his heart, and his eyes upon me, shutting out the rest of the world, while he wrapped me up and lifted me out of it.
His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass before he ran them down the outside of my thighs, our own thrumming beat swirling around us. Our bodies moved in sync. In the key we always struck. Rough and desperate and needy.
He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me while one song transitioned from one to another and then another.
Until I was breathless, hot and wet, and sure I couldn’t take a second more.
“Let’s get out of here,” he finally murmured at my mouth.
“God, yes.”
A chuckle rolled from his tongue, and he was suddenly striding through the crowd, my hand in his as I struggled to keep up with a man who was most definitely on a mission.
I giggled and clutched him a little tighter, more than ready to go along for the ride.
He gave the valet the slip for the car, and went right back to kissing me while we waited, neither of us concerned about the cameras or gawking eyes.
Because none of that mattered except for this incendiary moment.
When the car came to a stop in front of us, Sebastian handed out another one of his outrageous tips, snatched the keys, and led me to the passenger side. He helped me in, leaning in to grab another kiss.
Lust and love fought for dominance in his expression when he tore himself away, and he slammed my door shut and ran around to his side. I didn’t hesitate to shift in my seat, my hand going to the flat, rigid planes of his abdomen as he shifted hard, tires squealing as he took to the street. I kissed at his neck and teased at his ear, fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans, while he groaned and tried to focus on the road.
“You tryin’ to kill me, Shea?”
I gasped when the car jerked and Sebastian made a sudden, sharp turn, and then another. He screeched to a stop on a deserted side street.
A fog of lust clouded my mind as I was yanked back onto his lap, my knees on either side of his legs, his needy cock grinding at the seam of my cut-off shorts as his mouth overtook mine.
Oh. God.
I moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders.
I arched up and pressed my breasts to his chest. They ached with just a glimmer of the need throbbing between my thighs.
Hot hands gripped the outside of my hips, forcing me back down on his dick that strained from his jeans.
I might have been on top, but he was definitely in control.
“Fuck, baby…what have you done to me…what have you done to me? Dying to be inside you. Have to feel you. Need you so bad.”
“You have me.”