"You're dangerous," he murmurs, fingers digging into my skin.
I turn to face him, draping my arms around his neck. "You have no idea."
The lights paint his face in flashes of blue and red. His pupils are blown wide, desire written across every inch of his features. I watch his throat bob as he swallows.
His breath tickles my ear, competing with the bass thumping through my veins. "I should be staying away from you."
"Why?" I laugh, pressing closer until I can feel his heartbeat against my palm. "What do you have to lose?"
Jax's expression shifts, something vulnerable flickering across his face. "My whole life."
The words hang between us, too heavy for this neon-soaked playground where nothing is supposed to matter. His eyes hold mine, stripped of that cocky confidence from the pool earlier.
For a moment, we're just two people, twostrangers,completely lost in each other, the club fading to background noise.
I should back away. I should laugh it off. I should remember that nothing good ever comes from men who look at me like I could ruin them.
Instead, I stay frozen, caught in his gaze.
His hand slides to my lower back, pulling me hard against him. The playfulness vanishes as his eyes drop to my lips, his intention crystal clear.
"Tell me to stop," he whispers, his thumb tracing the curve of my hip.
"If you're gonna kiss me, Jax," I breathe, "do it. Before I trip over my own libido."
His lips quirk. "I'm trying to be a gentleman here."
"Well don't be." I press closer, feeling him hard against my stomach. "Be my mistake."
Before he can do it, Keller materializes beside us, another tray of shots in his hand.
"Alright, alright… Drink up, lovebirds!"
Donovan appears on my other side. "Bet you can't outdrink us all, princess."
I arch an eyebrow, accepting his challenge with a smirk. The shots burn less than the first drink, and I slam each empty glass down with theatrical flair, earning whoops from the guys.
Jax watches me with equal parts amusement and concern. When I stumble slightly, his arm snakes around my waist.
"Maybe some water?" he suggests, steering me protectively toward the bar.
I shake my head. "Tonight, water's for cowards."
The music shifts to something slower, heavier with bass. My inhibitions have long since dissolved in vodka and tequila. I stare at Jax's mouth, wanting it on mine with an urgency that surprises even me.
So before we get interrupted again… I take it.
My lips crash against his, hungry and demanding. There’s no hesitation, no pretense. Just fire and hands and heat as we devour each other right there in the middle of the club.
He kisses like he means it. Like he’s starving. Like he’s been waiting his whole damn life to taste me.
We break apart for air and he freezes for a millisecond before returning to my mouth with equal fervor, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan into my mouth.
The kiss is messy, desperate, perfect. We break apart, completely breathless. His forehead rests against mine. I can taste tequila and heat and something dangerously close towanting more.
And I know it’s the martinis talking.