The band was playing and the heavy beat matched the low level throb in Lara’s blood as she moved. The heat of admiring eyes drifted over her skin. There were so many, male and female, all hot with passion that fired her blood.
She’d take one of them home that night. A man. A man with a big cock, plenty of passion and lots of stamina to help chase away the hot dreams of that arrogant egotistical … lawyer.
Large hands rested on her hips and a body brushed against her back. She glanced over her shoulder and winked at the bald college boy who’d moved in to dance with her.
She shouldn’t call him a boy, he was probably only younger than her by a year or two, but he wasn’t man enough to inspire a stronger title. His excitement and eagerness fairly bled from him as he rubbed his groin against her ass in an effort to be sexy. It might be a little mean of her to tease him, but she couldn’t stop herself.
She bent forward at the waist, pressing her hips back against him, and did a bump and grind that had her own body softening, readying itself for action. With a flip of her head, she straightened up, back arched as she rested her head against his shoulder and undulated against him in time with the music.
“You are so fucking hot,” he panted in her ear, his hands slipping over the smooth flesh of her belly that was bared by her crop top.
She spun in his arms just as the last notes of the song were struck, and the music faded into the crowd’s applause.
The band said they were going to take a short break, and everyone started to drift off the dance floor. It was time to rehydrate.
“Thanks for the dance,” she said to the boy, and spun on her heel to leave.
He grabbed her arm, halting her steps. “That’s it? Come on, baby. Let’s find a dark corner and get to know each other better.”
She looked at his hand on her arm before raising her gaze to his. She gave him a look that any smart man would recognize as a warning. College boy wasn’t stupid, and he released his grip.
“Yeah,” he said with a sneer. “Whatever.”
Lara headed for the bar without another word, and immediately spotted the lean blond parked there in leather pants and a snug black t-shirt.
Oh, shit.
Her heart kicked in her chest and every hair on her body stood on end. Karl looked so fucking good her mouth actually started to water. Saliva pooled on her tongue and her pussy clenched in recognition of what it hungered for. She’d been able to resist the lure of his challenge when she only had images of him in a suit and tie in her mind, but this … she had no resistance to the living fantasy in front of her.
Even worse, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Altering her course slightly she headed straight for him. “Well hello there, sexy. How are you tonight?”
“Feeling pretty good after watching your little show there,” he replied. “You move very well, sweetie.”
Pleasure swept over her at his compliment and she gave herself a mental kick in the ass. She knew she moved well, she didn’t need him to tell her that. Plus, he’d called her sweetie.
Lara eyed him.She realized he was being sincere and that sent a wave of pure desire rushing through her veins. Normally she hated it when men called her sweetie or baby or darlin’, or any number of chauvinistic endearments. But Karl’s lazily spoken words were different somehow.
“Thanks,” she said before smiling at the bartender and asking for a bottle of water.
When he set the water on the bar Karl handed him a bill before she could, and the bartender walked away.
“Thank you, again.” She turned to face Karl, stepping closer so that her hip brushed against his leather-clad knee.
She let her eyes roam over him, not bothering to hide the need simmering in her blood. Why should she? She’d made it pretty clear the other night that she wanted him. He’d been the one to walk away.
Remembering that, she shifted, a little unsure exactly how to handle him now. Unsure of how she wanted to handle him now.
As if he could read her thoughts, Karl’s lips tilted slightly and the lines around his eyes crinkled, making the small scar that ran through his left eyebrow shift. “You didn’t call,” he said.
Not wanting to shout in the loud bar, or let him sense her momentary doubts, she shifted closer. When she moved, he spread his knees wider and she automatically filled the spot.
“Why didn’t you call?” he repeated.
She arched a brow at him. “Why didn’t you call?”
He chuckled. “Because you’re the one who needs to decide if you’re really willing to do anything at least once.”
Would she? Wicked heat zinged from her brain to her sex in answer and she grinned. Payback could be so much fun, sometimes.
“Follow me?” she challenged.
His chocolate eyes darkened and his lips twitched as he stood so they were chest to chest. “Lead the way.”
With a little extra swing in her hip, she headed for the back of the pub.
The band was starting up again and they were going against the stream of people heading back to the dance floor. Karl’s hand rested on the curve of her hip, the heat of his body close behind her as they passed the mens room, then the ladies room and went straight out the back door.
She’d been antsy and horny before she saw him, but in the past three minutes her body had started to burn from the inside out. Everything in her was centered on having him – he was not going to walk away from her again. She was in control this time.
Karl was all man – all very sexy, very primal man. She might not know exactly what was going on between them, but she did know one thing for sure – she was woman enough to take him on, and revel in it.
Want more? See the first time Karl and Lara meet in THIS EXCERPT
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The stories BOUND, WATCH ME (Kink anthology), TROUBLE,WICKED and MY PREROGATIVE are connected by locations and secondary characters.
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