Page 219 of Ignite

“Hey, gorgeous.” One slides up behind me, his hands running down my waist.

“Hey.”

I discreetly move so we turn; now I’m facing Conan.

Who looks absolutely murderous.

He shakes his head.

I blow him a kiss, exaggerating my hip movements. I don’t even know what this guy behind me looks like.

I don’t care.

The look on Conan’s face is a picture. My heart flutters.

But that pull between us? It’s still there, stronger than ever.

He doesn’t move. He’s like a statue. A gorgeous one.

“You wanna maybe take this to the bathroom?” the guy whispers in my ear.

And I cringe.

“No. Thank you.”

He spins me to face him, grabbing hold tight to my wrist.

“Fucking dick tease,” he grits out, pressing his face against mine.

I yank my wrist away and push at his chest. He stumbles back.

And the next thing I know, a tattooed fist flies across and lands in his jaw, sending him flying.

The music carries on, but the crowd is silent. All eyes on me.

But it’s not me they’re looking at.

I turn to face the furious beast behind me. Fuck. He can’t get in trouble.

“Come on.”

I yank his hand and drag him through the VIP area. I swear that’s Finn in the corner. But I don’t have time. I lead us through the hallway and out to the parking lot.

The fresh air is a welcome distraction to the fire inside me.

He pulls me to a stop and spins me to face him.

The next thing I know, my back is slammed against the wall.

His lips a breath from mine.

“You’re crazy, Conan.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I had it covered.”

He smirks and brushes my hair away from my shoulder.

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