Garrett snagged her wrist in a painful grip. Jessa cried out in protest, turning as he eased out of the other woman’s grip. “Thank you for the kind offer, ma’am.” His gaze never strayed from Jessa. “But, as you can see, my hands are full.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed on Jessa as if sizing up the competition. “If you change your mind, I’m Cindy.” She purred. “I’ll be around.” With one last glare to Jessa, the woman sauntered away, no doubt in search of her next victim.
Garrett jerked Jessa back to his side. His jaw was rigid as if he were grinding his teeth. Something he did a lot around her, she’d noticed. His hand pressed against the skin of her lower back, and his warmth startled her. Made her want to arch like a cat, begging him to stroke her. He kept the pressure firm as he directed her toward the bank of elevators. He was so confident, so sure she’d follow. And she would. She couldn’t seem to resist him, but that didn’t mean she had to make it easy.
“Garrett, let go. You’re hurting me.” He wasn’t, but she twisted her arm until he was forced to release her anyway. “What is your problem?”
“Not here.” He ushered her along, weaving around the crowd until they stood in front of the elevators.
The elevator doors opened and Garrett steered her inside. He maneuvered them to the corner, placing her back against his front. People continued to fill the space and Jessa found herself pressed against his warm, hard body. She shifted her feet, trying to make more room for him, to escape the sensation of his body against hers.
“Be still!” he hissed in her ear. He jerked her back, his fingers digging into her hips until she knew she’d bare his mark.
Her heart hammered, her chest constricting, making it difficult to breathe in the crowded space. His impressive erection seared her lower back. He released her hips, his hands slipping through the opening of her dress and settling on her waist. Her breath caught as his fingers traced feather light circles on her abdomen.
Her body ignited. Flames licked at her skin, her breasts growing heavy and uncomfortable in the confines of her dress. Desire exploded, bolts of electricity racing through her veins. Nerve endings came alive, jumping to the surface and preening beneath his wicked fingers.
She fidgeted, twisting her hands around the strap of her bag until it cut off her circulation. She wanted to get to her room, crawl into bed, and forget this night ever happened. In the morning, she’d call her dad and tell him she was coming home. He’d have to rely on someone else. If she stayed, she’d lose more than a night on the dance floor. The powerful man standing behind her would steal her heart. She would ruin them both.
His fingers danced across her skin, stealing her breath, stealing her will to resist. Garrett mastered her. Standing in an elevator full of people, his touch had reduced her to a puddle of need. For him. Anything he wanted, however he wanted. Consequences be damned.
Her * throbbed, flooded with arousal as she fought to remain still. He teased along the edge of her garter belt and her stomach rolled, clenched under his touch.
Oh God, there was no way he hadn’t felt that. He knew. He had to know what he was doing to her.
Garrett didn’t seem to care that they weren’t alone. Moving upward, his finger tickled the underside of her breast. Jesus, of all nights to forgo undergarments. She held her breath, wondering if he dared to touch her sensitive nipples. She was dying for him to touch her. The effort it took to breathe normally was exhausting. Jessa glared at the glowing numbers, willing the elevator to go faster. Arousal bordered on pain as she counted the floors and tried desperately to hold on to her dignity.
The elevator doors opened and Garrett jerked his hands away. He pressed against her back again, urging her forward. “Move out, Jessa.”