"How about we get a drink?"
Ordering tequila and beers, I pulled her between me and the bar and grazed the nape of her neck with my teeth. She shivered from my touch and leaned on the bar, subtly moving away from me. Only, the way she was leaning didn't take her further away. "Are you sure you want to lean on the bar like that?"
"What?" She glanced at me over her shoulder.
Sliding my fingers over one hip, I took her wrist in my other hand, darting my tongue over the pulse point. "Leaning like that puts that sexy ass of yours dangerously close to my crotch."
"Oh."
Still holding her wrist, I sprinkled salt over the moist spot I'd left with my tongue, and clamped her fingers around a slice of lemon. Picking up a shot glass, I tossed back the tequila before sliding my lips over her salted skin and sucked the lemon between her fingers.
"Why?" She trembled while I went through the ritual again, this time salting the length of my thumb as well.
Because I couldn't let you get away a second time. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this? You could have any girl." She darted glances around the room, but my gaze was on her. Not the girls, in barely there clothes, assets on display. That wasn't what I wanted.
"Let’s have a drink." I handed her a shot. "We’ll talk later."
"You don't have to take me home, Orion. I know you'd do anything for me, but this..."
I tipped my glass, and nibbled along her wrist. "This is what I want."
She tossed back the shot, and pressed my thumb to her lips, darting her tongue over the length of it and giving me a wicked preview of what that mouth of hers could do to my cock. Holy fucking blue balls. My gaze darted to the bathrooms. No, the alley had been dirty enough for a girl like Clo. As soon as I could, I'd take her home.
She peered up at me through thick eyelashes as she let go of my thumb and stuck the lemon between her teeth. With fumbling fingers, I swept her bangs from her eyes and whispered my lips over hers, afraid if I did much more I'd forget that I wanted to get her home before I sunk into her. "How about we dance?"
Tugging her onto the dance floor, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly as we swayed. The music pulsated, the thump of the bass accompanying my heartbeat, and I gripped her ass to remind her she was mine tonight. We'd discuss every night after that. Her hands crept up my arms and over my shoulders before settling around my neck. So many times we'd danced together, and yet it had never been like this. Each move created points of contact that coursed over my skin, making it harder to fight the urge to hike her skirt up. How many times had I fantasized about taking her? Now that I was so close to the reality I couldn't think of anything else.
Twirling a strand of her hair around my finger, I dipped my face to her hair and breathed in that fading vanilla scent which made my mouth water. She could have smelled of lollipops or horse manure and I still wouldn’t have cared, but I loved her smell. It had always meant home to me, and I would never get enough. I caressed her lips with my own, and she opened beneath me, letting me slip my tongue into the soft recess of her mouth. My hands trembled from the intensity of my desire. Hemmed in by the crowd, we were the only two on the dance floor. The building could fall down around us and I wouldn’t notice.
It was all I could do not to take her right there, so I pulled her off the dance floor. "Let's find Birdie and get the fuck out of here."
Searching the crowd for my sister and not finding her had my heart thumping a completely different beat. Sure, she was an adult, but the whole reason I'd come here tonight was to keep an eye on her. Making my way through the crowd, Clo following behind, I darted glances at every dark corner but came up empty. Shit. Spinning around, I spotted the bouncer she'd been talking to earlier in the night and stalked over to him. "Hey, Oliver, have you seen Birdie?"
Oliver stared out over
Ordering tequila and beers, I pulled her between me and the bar and grazed the nape of her neck with my teeth. She shivered from my touch and leaned on the bar, subtly moving away from me. Only, the way she was leaning didn't take her further away. "Are you sure you want to lean on the bar like that?"
"What?" She glanced at me over her shoulder.
Sliding my fingers over one hip, I took her wrist in my other hand, darting my tongue over the pulse point. "Leaning like that puts that sexy ass of yours dangerously close to my crotch."
"Oh."
Still holding her wrist, I sprinkled salt over the moist spot I'd left with my tongue, and clamped her fingers around a slice of lemon. Picking up a shot glass, I tossed back the tequila before sliding my lips over her salted skin and sucked the lemon between her fingers.
"Why?" She trembled while I went through the ritual again, this time salting the length of my thumb as well.
Because I couldn't let you get away a second time. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this? You could have any girl." She darted glances around the room, but my gaze was on her. Not the girls, in barely there clothes, assets on display. That wasn't what I wanted.
"Let’s have a drink." I handed her a shot. "We’ll talk later."
"You don't have to take me home, Orion. I know you'd do anything for me, but this..."
I tipped my glass, and nibbled along her wrist. "This is what I want."
She tossed back the shot, and pressed my thumb to her lips, darting her tongue over the length of it and giving me a wicked preview of what that mouth of hers could do to my cock. Holy fucking blue balls. My gaze darted to the bathrooms. No, the alley had been dirty enough for a girl like Clo. As soon as I could, I'd take her home.
She peered up at me through thick eyelashes as she let go of my thumb and stuck the lemon between her teeth. With fumbling fingers, I swept her bangs from her eyes and whispered my lips over hers, afraid if I did much more I'd forget that I wanted to get her home before I sunk into her. "How about we dance?"
Tugging her onto the dance floor, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly as we swayed. The music pulsated, the thump of the bass accompanying my heartbeat, and I gripped her ass to remind her she was mine tonight. We'd discuss every night after that. Her hands crept up my arms and over my shoulders before settling around my neck. So many times we'd danced together, and yet it had never been like this. Each move created points of contact that coursed over my skin, making it harder to fight the urge to hike her skirt up. How many times had I fantasized about taking her? Now that I was so close to the reality I couldn't think of anything else.
Twirling a strand of her hair around my finger, I dipped my face to her hair and breathed in that fading vanilla scent which made my mouth water. She could have smelled of lollipops or horse manure and I still wouldn’t have cared, but I loved her smell. It had always meant home to me, and I would never get enough. I caressed her lips with my own, and she opened beneath me, letting me slip my tongue into the soft recess of her mouth. My hands trembled from the intensity of my desire. Hemmed in by the crowd, we were the only two on the dance floor. The building could fall down around us and I wouldn’t notice.
It was all I could do not to take her right there, so I pulled her off the dance floor. "Let's find Birdie and get the fuck out of here."
Searching the crowd for my sister and not finding her had my heart thumping a completely different beat. Sure, she was an adult, but the whole reason I'd come here tonight was to keep an eye on her. Making my way through the crowd, Clo following behind, I darted glances at every dark corner but came up empty. Shit. Spinning around, I spotted the bouncer she'd been talking to earlier in the night and stalked over to him. "Hey, Oliver, have you seen Birdie?"
Oliver stared out over
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