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Laughing, I say, “I’m not yours.”

“Not yet, give it a few and you’ll see.” Before I have time to react, his head is coming down toward mine, and he’s covering my mouth with his in a rather calm kiss.

I expected it to be one of those kisses that show everybody in the club that he’s just claimed me as his for the night, but it’s not.

It’s a simple and very civilized kiss.

Bummer.

I’ve always heard how guys in clubs like this like it wild, crazy, and rough.

Double bummer… Looks like I was lied to.

His brows crease and he pulls away from me asking, “Why are you frowning?”

Shit. “I’m not frowning.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel your lips turning into an upside down smile.” He says. His espresso flavored eyes search my entire face, smiling when he asks, “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He asks as two of his fingers tap the side of my temple before they drift to the side of my face in a caressing motion.

My dumb ass leans into it, sighing.

I was gonna lie, but his pleading face has me telling my truth. “I’ve always imagined guys that come to bars like this like things a certain way.”

He frowns, asking, “And what way is that?”

“You know,” I say, shifting in his arms, “rough, wild even.” This has him throwing his head back as a belly laugh bubbles to the surface.

“Oh,Marrone Dolce, you have no idea how rough I really like it.” He says, recovering from the giggles as his face turns serious again. “I can show you.” There goes the dark and brooding man I so desperately wanted to see. “All you have to do is say yes and come with me.”

Come with him, huh, I can think of more ways than one that I’d like to come. I smile to myself. Instead of saying that, I go with, “I’ve already met you halfway, haven’t I?”

He simply smiles, showing off his pearly whites, blinding me in this dimly lit spot. “Yes, you sure have. Whaddya say we go have some real fun? I saw the way you moved out there and must’ve adjusted myself a dozen times from how rock hard you had me.” Speaking of rock hard, I can feel him pressing against my core in the sweetest torture known to woman.

“I’m all for fun.”

“Fuck yeah, you’re coming home with me tonight,Marrone Dolce.” He doesn’t give me a chance to object, not that I would, before I feel his hand wrap around the back of my neck and pull my open mouth to his.

Now, this… This is the type of kiss I was looking for, expecting even, and boy do I give into it and let him fuck me mouth with his.

We sound like two animals in heat, groaning and moaning into each other.

And I fucking love it.

He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine as he takes deep breaths, trying to get some air. “You taste so fucking sweet, that’s why I call youMarrone Dolce.”

Exhaling, squirming against him, I must admit, “I don’t know what that means.”

“It’s not meant for you to know right now, maybe never. Who knows?” He asks, untangling my legs from around his waist, watching me slide down his hard body. Once my feet touch the ground, he grabs my hand, leading me back to the dance floor. “Wait right here, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I yell over the music.

He walks over to the DJ, whispers something in his ear right before one of my favorite songs, “In The Club” by Usher, rocksthe house. I can’t stop myself when the feeling of the beat takes over, and before I know it, my hips and body are swaying along with the music.

The words tumble freely from my mouth as I give it my all and just… Feel.

My eyes won’t stay open long enough to see who’s watching me because I could care fucking less.

Left to right, round and round I move and groove.

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