His voice, that low, velvety rasp, went straight to my lady parts.
While the Morgans took turns doing the manly, shoulder-clapping handshake greeting, I became fascinated by a crumpled dish towel on the back of the bar and tried to talk my body out of a full-blown anticipatory orgasm.
The band changed tunes, shifting into “H.O.L.Y” by Florida Georgia Line while I tried to calm the hell down.
“I love this song,” Lina said to Nash.
He already had his fingers interlaced with hers and tugged her off her stool. “Let’s go, Angel.”
“Dance with me?” Naomi asked, sliding her palms up Knox’s chest. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear that had her cheeks turning pink.
“Don’t worry. I’ll hold down the bar,” I called after them, still ignoring Lucian.
The band’s lights had dimmed, making our little corner dark as sin. Silver and Fi were busy on the opposite end. Lucian eased closer, still not saying a word.
I reached for my drink, determined to look bored and not at all horny. But my traitorous fingers bobbled the glass, and gravity did the rest.
“Shit!” I climbed onto the footrail and reached over the bar to grab a stack of napkins.
Warm fingertips ghosted up the back of my thigh, and I froze where I was.
Lucian took the napkins from my hand and efficiently tossed them on the spill.
His hand came around my stomach, and he lifted me off the footrail. I suppressed a yelp of surprise.
He slowly lowered me to the floor, and in doing so, I had the thrill of feeling his erection pressed intimately to my rear end.
Finding myself caged between his arms and the bar, I turned. “Hi,” I said breathlessly. My nipples hardened to points sharp enough to cut through my practically useless bra.
He guided me into the dark corner where the bar met the wall and put a hand on either side of my head. “Hi,” he said. His eyes were smoldering, his cock hard, and I was giddy.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn’t trust myself to be able to stop.
“How was your day?” I asked.
“I don’t feel like making small talk, Pixie,” he said.
“What do you feel like doing?”
His lips curved into a wolfish facsimile of a smile. He hooked an index finger in the neckline of my sweater. The contact of his skin against mine had my lady parts celebrating. “You.”
He’d touched me. That meant I got to return the favor, right?
I reached out and cupped the hard length of his erection with my palm.
He closed his eyes and pressed himself against my hand.
I gripped him hard, and those gray eyes opened. He returned the favor by cupping my breast and squeezing.
I was dizzy, breathless, so turned on I was afraid I was about to combust.
“I thought we were done,” I said, even as I began to stroke him through his slacks.
“Do you want to be done?” His knee nudged my legs apart.
That hand kneading my breast was driving me to distraction.
Why did I have to be the one to say I wanted him again? Why couldn’t he say it?
The beat of the music pulsed through me as our bodies inched closer in our dark corner of sinful secrets.
“Someone might see us,” I said, ignoring his question.
His fingers slid inside the scoop of my sweater and dipped beneath the flirty edge of my bra to capture my needy nipple. My legs buckled, but I didn’t fall. Not with his knee between my legs, his hard thigh making contact with my aching center.
I sucked in a breath.
“Tell me you want me again,” he ordered as his fingers tugged at my nipple.
“What if I’m over it?” I breathed.
His grin was sinful. “I can feel how wet you are for me through my pants. You’re not over it.”
“Are you?” I asked.
“If I thought for a second I could get away with it, I’d have you bent over the bar with this tiny excuse for a skirt flipped up around your waist and my cock inside you.”
My core spasmed recklessly at the image his words painted. Lucian could give a master class in dirty talk.
“Oh boy,” I squeaked.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
I swallowed hard. “I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more orgasms. If you think you can deliver them.” The rigid length of his penis pulsed under my grip.
He tugged harder on my nipple, sending ripples of sensation echoing through my body. “I think I can manage to wring a few more out of you. If you can find a way to keep your insults to yourself.”
“I can’t promise that.”
It felt so good to be touched by him, to know that I was minutes away from being treated to his spectacular body.
“You two aren’t fighting again, are you? ’Cause I can reattach those electrodes real fast,” Knox said from behind Lucian’s broad back.
I jolted and released my grip on Lucian’s cock. He took his sweet time removing his hand from my shirt.
Apparently neither one of us had noticed that the song had changed and that our friends had returned. I ducked under his arm and stepped around him. I felt his grip on the back of my skirt and understood what he wanted. I positioned myself between Lucian’s bulging erection and everyone else’s line of sight.
“They’re definitely fighting,” Lina said, taking a good look at my face. “She’s all flushed and he’s grinding his molars.”
“We weren’t fighting,” I said. “We were…”
“Having a discussion we need to finish,” Lucian filled in. He gave my ass a hard pinch under the hem of my skirt.
I took half a step back, grinding the heel of my boot into the fancy Italian leather of his shoe.
“I’ll allow it as long as there’s no bloodshed,” Knox said.
“Call if you need backup,” Nash told us.
“We’ll be right back,” I promised as Lucian steered me away from our friends. “Are you out of your damn mind?” I hissed as he marched us down the hall, past the restrooms and Fi’s office. The second we turned the corner, his big hand wrapped possessively around my upper arm, and he pulled me against him.
His cock was rock-hard against my stomach, and then his mouth was molten lava against mine. He kissed the air out of my lungs, the thoughts out of my head, the warning bells out of my ears.
One hand fisted in my hair while the other slid down to cup my ass cheek with something that felt a lot like possession.
“Why do you look so pissed off?”
“Because I’m not inside you. Because I drove all the way up here and you weren’t accommodating enough to be home alone.”
“My apologies. I didn’t realize I was supposed to be at your beck and call,” I said, shoving a hand between our bodies and gripping his iron length.
He outdid me by dragging the neckline of my sweater down to reveal the spectacularly slutty lace bra I now had no regrets about harnessing my boobs into. His other hand found its way under my skirt to the apex of my thighs.
“My little tease.”
My brain hooked on the “my.” But all overthinking ceased when Lucian’s beard tickled my neck as his fingers traced the material over my sex.
“Someone could see us,” I said, sucking in a breath. Anyone could take a wrong turn out of the restrooms and end up getting an eyeful of enemies in rut.
“Tell them you have to leave,” he growled in my ear. The hand at my breast dove under the lace to palm me, to knead my flesh.
“We both just got here,” I said breathlessly.
“Then quit stroking my cock.” But even as he said the words, he pushed his erection harder against my hand.
His fingers found their way under the band of my underwear to my sex.
“So fucking wet for me. Every damn time,” he murmured before thrusting into me.
I was spiraling out of control, and I wanted him to fall with me. I wanted to drive him over the edge.
“Please,” I whispered, knowing how me pleading set him off.
He went rigid against me. Every muscle in his spectacular body was waiting to hear what I wanted from him. “Please what?”
“Let me taste you.”
He swore violently, but his erection betrayed him by swelling in my hand.
“Let me taste you, then we’ll go back, finish our drinks, and get the hell out of here,” I bargained.