He knew the second he said it that it was a mistake. Right on the money. She smiled at him deviously and sashayed to the dance floor.
Fuming, he watched Elle dancing. Watched as all the men around were eating her with their eyes. And who could blame them? She was so fucking sexy, those white inscriptions and lines on her legs playing off her dark dress, seeming to flow as she moved.
Then the music changed to a slow song and Kai approached her. Fuck no.
“Step aside,” Jack found himself growling.
Kai lifted his hands and let out an amused smirk, stepping back while Jack took her in his arms, holding her harder than need be.
“I thought you said no dancing.”
He loomed over her and fought to get the words out from between his clenched teeth. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you want me to kill every man in this place?”
“Why would you?”
“Because all of them are looking at you and fantasizing about fucking you.”
“And? What is it to you? You walked away from me yesterday, remember?”
Before he could assess the wisdom of speaking the truth, he blurted it. “I find it fucking difficult not to think of you as mine.”
Surprise left her speechless for a second, but then her expression twisted in anger. “Start learning then, buddy, because I am not yours and it was your choice. Live with it. Besides, if fucking from behind is all you can offer, any woman will do. We are all alike from the back. I told you I’m sorry you’re stuck with me and this is such a burden you can’t even look at me, but—”
He grabbed her by the arms, their noses almost touching, and growled low. “You think I can’t even look at you? I want you so fucking badly I can’t even breathe.”
She faced off with him, going on her tiptoes. “Well, I hope your ninja training includes holding your breath for long periods. Or let me ask at the counter, they might have an iron lung somewhere. Either way you said your dick is not in charge here, so order it back to its cave and don’t waste my time.” And wrenching away from him, she took a step back.
“You dancing, doll?” a guy that had been eying Elle asked.
She turned to Jack. “Doll. Not pet. Doll.” Then she smiled at that mofo and answered, “Sure, I’d love to.”
That was it. That belligerent Elle he could deal with without remorse.
He yanked her away from that asshole and threw her over his shoulder. The crowd might have thought it was staged because they started to cheer.
“Jack! What are you doing?” she screamed, fighting to get free.
He gripped her even harder. “Quiet, pet.”
“Let me go,” Elle yelled, hitting his ass. She tried to incorporate herself so he dipped her even lower. “Bastardo! Lasciami andare!”
She could call him whatever she wanted. Curse and scream and thrash. He was not letting her go.
He marched to the truck and put her down, trapping her between the door and him. She was spitting mad, those gorgeous black eyes of hers flashing fire.
Her breathing was labored, her chest falling and rising rapidly over her wide neckline. She was magnificent.
For a couple of seconds they were both silent, staring at each other.
Her voice was deceptively low and it trembled with fury. “Do not presume you can manhandle me because you got inside me. That doesn’t give you any rights.”
“Wrong, pet. It does. You’re mine. This is mine,” he growled, cupping her * with one hand while holding her neck with the other, forcing them face-to-face, breathing into each other’s mouths.
It was a risky move; he wouldn’t put it past her to bite him, but she didn’t.
“Sorry, Borg. Pussy is not a detachable body part. It comes along with the smart-ass tongue and the snarky attitude. Oh and this face, the one you can’t stand to watch, remember? It’s a package one takes or leaves. It was your choice to leave it.”
He cut her off, kissing her ravenously. Then he fisted her bun and locked eyes with her. “Look at me. I know it’s a package. And I’m taking it. I tried to stay away from you. I tried to make this easier.” Now it was too late. He couldn’t help himself. He was going to give into it and the hell with the consequences. “You kept pushing and pushing. Taunting me. Now you got my full attention.” He lifted her, rested her back against the truck and worked his way in between her legs, bunching her dress up.
“I do not want your attention anymore,” she said, but she was holding him tight.
“Too bad, pet, because you’re getting it.” He shoved his hand under her panties. “And you do want it. You’re already wet for me.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t answer anything. She was furious and excited, he could tell, and he was so far gone that if she turned him down now his cock was going to fall into pieces. But she didn’t reject him. She took his mouth as hard as he always did hers. Harder.
The kiss got fucking hot, fucking fast. Like everything with her.
“Let’s go home.”