Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He grunted.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to do it. Holding his gaze, she allowed the room to shrink to the two of them. No one else had permission to be there with them. She wasn’t dancing as a dare—she was dancing for him.
Each thrust of her hips, each grind as she moved closer to sitting on his lap. The promise in her eyes, in her movements, telling him without speaking how things were going to be between them.
Other noise faded to a low din as she focused on him. His gaze didn’t shift from her at all. She saw the flames in his graphite stare but she continued, not slowing down as she crawled up on his lap. She was unable to ignore the ridge of his erection but she swallowed back her own needs at the moment. She wanted to torture this man as he’d been doing to her.
The low growl that erupted from his throat was her only warning. One large hand settled on the back of her neck, his other on her side as he dragged her the rest of the way to his mouth and claimed a punishing kiss.
She sagged into him, palms on his shoulders only to slide them so she could delve her fingers into his hair.
This man was hot.
Hard.
Hers.
And she wanted nothing more.
Holy fucking shit, if he didn’t get balls-deep in this woman he was going to lose his ever-loving mind. Hastings had been to strip clubs, what guy hadn’t? No dancer had nearly gotten him to bust a nut by shaking her hips. Professional women paled in comparison.
His cock fucking ached as this lush woman sat on him and rocked against his pelvis, mimicking what they were going to be doing. Far sooner than later.
“Jesus,” one of the others said. “I’m ready for sex.”
Others agreed.
Inching his hand up into her hair, he gripped Violet’s curls and tugged so she tipped her head back, full lips parting in a gasp. “We’re leaving,” he growled. “Now.”
“Probably a good thing. I think I made the front of your pants wet.”
His shaft throbbed more, and he nearly reached between them to readjust but he knew if he ventured there, he was going to push into her and that wasn’t going to happen in public.
“Hold on, Curls.”
He stood, keeping her around his waist. Hastings loved how she didn’t fight him on it, in fact, she hooked her ankles even as her fingers continued to tease the fuck out of him as she dragged her nails on his scalp.
Hastings managed to dig his phone out of his pocket as he carried her through the dance floor to the exit. Calling for his car, he slid the device back into his pocket and settled his hand on her ass once again.
Violet didn’t just sit there, because that would have been hard enough, no, she nipped and nibbled her way along his neck. He hadn’t known he could crave anyone so much. Sure, this woman had teased him mercilessly as they had worked side by side, their flirting increasing but never addressing the elephant in the room. Her—both of their—focus had been on Evan’s attack and getting Welcome Home off the ground and running smoothly.
He was proud of how hard she worked. Long hours, standing up to yelling people who hadn’t passed their stringent application process. Making sure the rooms were ready and dealing with not only the press but the senator and even his fucking old man.
Didn’t mean he wanted her to forget the spark between them. At all, because every time he saw her, it only grew for him. Now that he had her in his arms, he wasn’t letting her feet hit the ground until he knew she wasn’t going anywhere. The kisses and teasing flicks of her tongue made him feel she was ready, finally, to toss out her stupid dictate of not sleeping with military men.
A sleek town car he’d called for drew up alongside them and the driver rushed to open the door. He carried her right to the open door and slid her down his body after squeezing her ass once more. “Inside.” His word was more feral than anything.
She didn’t argue. She didn’t say a word, just slid over the leather seat and he followed. He reached for her the moment the door closed behind them and soon had her settled on his lap once more, his cock pressing against her.
“Drive around.” He closed the divider after giving the instruction.
Forehead to forehead they sat still until the car pulled away. Then he pushed her back into the seat behind her and stayed on his knees, staring at her.
“You fucking killed me, Curls, with that dance.” He slid his hands up her thighs, keeping them under the smooth material of her dress separating him from her skin. “Now I show you what you’ve been doing to me. Spread your legs for me.”