Page 44 of Wicked Games

He looks out at everyone dancing around us before meeting my eyes and shaking his head as he drops his arms from my body. “Princess, I can’t dance.”

“I refuse to believe that,” I tell him, arching a brow and he laughs, his hands going back to my hips as he pulls me closer.

“And why is that?”

I meet his eyes and wrap my arms around his neck as I lean in close and let my lips brush over his. “‘Cause you know how to fuck.”

“Rowan,” he groans before sealing his lips to mine and pulling us further into the shadows, away from prying eyes. I lean up on my toes, trying to get closer to him and his hands slip down to my ass before he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Well, shit. It’s a damn good thing that no one can see us over here because if they didn’t know what we were up to before, they sure as hell would after seeing this.

But do I even care?

I don’t know that I do. Travis and I are having fun with each other and I don’t see why the hell I have to keep making excuses for that or apologizing for it. Why can’t we just be out in the open around the club without everyone watching us and waiting for the moment when it all explodes?

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, kissing down my neck as his grip on me tightens. “I’ve wanted you so bad since you walked into my room in that dress.”

I smile as I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “Yeah? Have you been thinking about taking it off of me all night?”

“Yes.”

“And have you been thinking about what I might be wearing underneath it?” I ask as warmth rushes through me and I fight back a shudder. He nods, his teeth nipping at my neck.

“Hell yes.”

Giggling, I pull back to meet his eyes. “Any ideas?”

“Don’t get me started, Rowan. I’m this close,” he whispers, his voice gravelly, as he sets me back on the floor and holds up his thumb and pointer finger before pinching them together until they almost touch. “To hauling you into a bathroom and fucking you until we both can’t stand.”

The thought makes moisture pool between my thighs and I close my eyes as my back arches against him. “Travis.”

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, slipping a hand into my hair and slamming his lips to mine as his other arm holds me firm against his body. His cock presses into my belly, through our clothing, and I desperately wish we were back at the clubhouse right now. We stumble into a wall and I gasp. He takes full advantage, slipping his tongue past my lips and tangling it with mine as he thrusts his hips into me with a growl. “You turn me on so fucking much. You know that?”

I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

“You love it, don’t you?” It’s halfway between a question and an accusation but I can’t even deny it. I adore the way one touch from me can make his eyes flare with need and the way, whenever he’s near me, he has to be touching me. Nodding, I rub my tits against his chest, desperate for friction.

“I love it.”

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, shaking his head as he pulls back just enough to separate us and plants his hands on the wall next to me as he struggles to catch his breath. “We have to stop.”

My bottom lip pokes out and I scowl. “Why?”

“Because, I’m about to fuck you up against this wall in the back of a crowded club and you deserve better than that,” he answers, his eyes on mine and his need shining back at me like a beacon but my heart stutters at his thoughtfulness. Even knowing the things I’ve done in my past and knowing that I was willing to let him do just that right here and right now, he still has enough respect for me to stop us. Reaching up, I cup his cheek and press a soft kiss to his lips as I fight back tears. When I pull away, he studies my face and his brow furrows. “What was that for?”

I shake my head. “For just being you, Travis.”

“Oh,” he whispers as a shy smile stretches across his face and he sighs as pushes off of the wall, takes my hand and lacing our fingers. “Want a drink?”

“Desperately.”

He laughs and we walk back out into the main area as the song changes to something darker that I don’t recognize. It’s kind of a weird choice to play in a club but whatever. I’m not a DJ so what the hell do I know?

“Hey, just so you know,” he says as we reach the bar and I turn to face him. “As soon as we get back to the clubhouse and I get you alone, we’re picking this right back up.”

I grin. “I was really hoping you would say that.”

Before he can say anything else, the lights go out, throwing the entire club into darkness and Travis’s arms wrap around me, making me jump as he pulls me closer and panicked voices sound out around us. The music swells and my heart thrashes in my ears as I try to catch my breath.

What the hell is happening?