Page 135 of If You Claim Me
“Sounds like a selfish asshole.” Hemi takes Tally’s mostly empty drink and sets it on the bar rail behind her.
“So selfish,” Tally agrees.
I’m unsurprised when Tristan joins us a few minutes later. Dallas and Hollis are next, and then a familiar tattooed arm snakes around my waist. I tip my chin up and Connor gazes down at me, eyes hooded.
“You better not be here to drag me off the dance floor,” I warn.
He pulls me tighter against him. “You know the old saying, darling. If you can’t beat them, join them.”
“So you’re here to dance with me?”
“I’m here for the foreplay.” He drops his head, and his lips skim my cheek and stop at my ear. “All these eyes on us. My hands on you.”
Heat works its way down my spine, settling between my thighs. “Evil to the core.”
“You’re the menace who wore this dress,” he reminds me.
“You’re the one who said you loved it.”
He runs his hand down my side. “You’re the one who didn’t play by the rules.”
I reach up and skim the shell of his ear. “Hard to play by the rules when I don’t even know what they are.”
“I suppose I should have finished the thought in my head, and then you would have known that while I love this dress, you wearing it in a club full of people makes me lightly homicidal.”
“And possibly horny.” I spin and press my ass against him, feeling his hardness.
“Possibly.” He turns my head, tilting my chin so he can cover my mouth with his.
It’s a soft kiss. Sweet. Until he sucks in my bottom lip and lets it slide through his teeth. “Do you know what I can’t stop thinking about?”
“Fucking me in the front foyer when we get home?”
“You’ll be lucky if we make it out of the car.” His hand moves lower, pressing firmly against my low belly as he rolls his hips.
“Tell me more about that,” I suggest.
“I’d like you to tell me more about the time I caught you listening to your audiobook in the driveway.”
A thrill shoots down my spine. “What do you want to know?”
“I know you better than I did then.” His fingers splay across my stomach, pressing illicitly close to the crest of my pubic bone.
“You do,” I agree on a soft moan.
“I know how you sound when you’re about to come.” He kisses the edge of my jaw. “And I know you get off on the idea of being watched.”
My nipples tighten, and my panties dampen.
“And here we are, in the middle of a nightclub.” He bites my earlobe. “Surrounded by our friends, and based on the wayyou’re biting that lip of yours, you’re dangerously close to coming, aren’t you, Dredful menace?”
“Y-yes.” Everyone is lost in their own world, bodies moving, engaged in their own foreplay. But there are eyes everywhere. Someone is watching. Noticing.
“Do you know how much I want to feel your pretty, wet cunt squeezing my cock?”
My moan gets lost in the bass as heat spirals through me and my knees buckle. Connor spins me around and works his knee between my thighs. His hand curves around my ass, pulling me tight against him. His lips drop to my ear. “I can feel you coming, little menace.” And then his mouth is on mine, swallowing my plaintive sounds.
I melt into his arms. We don’t say goodbye to our friends. As soon as my legs will hold my weight, he whisks me out of the club and into his car.
