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Did she?
She wasn’t so sure anymore. She glanced over to where Deacon and the hottie with the rack had been earlier. She’d purposely not looked since he’d found his new friend. Just seeing him with someone else shredded her. They were gone.
She sucked in a pained breath. God, she was such an idiot.
Gripping his shoulders, she went up on her tiptoes, and her dance partner bent down close so he could hear her.
“Sorry, this was really nice, but…”
Strong hands gripped her upper arms, pulling her back and spinning her around. Deacon’s furious gaze came into focus. “Let’s go.”
The guy she’d been dancing with stepped forward. “You all right, babe?”
Deacon turned to him, and she could see his fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Turn around and back the hell off while you still can.”
Holy shit.
Alex stepped between them, planting a hand on Deacon’s chest. The muscles bunched hard as stone beneath her palm. She’d never seen him this angry before, this close to the edge of his control. It kind of freaked her out. It also, surprisingly—and inappropriately—turned her the hell on. “I’m fine. Thanks for the dances.” She didn’t hear the other guy’s response because Deacon was dragging her through the bar. “Where’s Rusty and Piper?”
“Dancing.” He turned to her. “Don’t worry, Alex, they didn’t see us.”
Was that bitterness in his tone?
She expected him to take her out into the street, but instead he dragged her down a corridor at the back of the club, and pulling a key out of his pocket, unlocked a door and led her inside a small office. It was dark, the only light streaming in through a frosted glass window on the other side of the room, the fluorescent sign beyond casting them in a blue wash.
“How did you get that key?”
He shut the door and pushed her against it, staring down at her, gaze fierce, blazing hot. Her breathing came faster, harder. A rush of heat, of pure lust, pumped through her veins, heady, exciting. She fisted his shirt on either side of his waist. “Deke…”
“I’m tired of playing games with you.”
He ground the hard length of his erection into her, and despite the anger, the confusion, she wanted him, wanted him so bad she shook from it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Were you going to screw that guy? Or were you just trying to piss me off?”
Her anger flared. “I assumed since you’d already found a friend, then so could I,” she threw back.
“Jealous?”
“No.” Liar.
“I warned you. No one touches you but me.”
A shiver of pleasure, of anticipation moved through her body. She tried to push him back, but they both knew her heart wasn’t in it. He didn’t budge.
His expression went from pissed to hard control in an instant. Mr. Chill was back, and for the first time, she didn’t want that side of him in the driver’s seat when he touched her. She didn’t want to disconnect, didn’t want him to make this easier on her. No, this time she wanted the fire, the heat, and God help her, the emotion…she wanted everything.
Then his fingers were in her hair and his thigh went between her legs, and though she recognized the hard persona, the cold businessman who demanded obedience, this was a Deacon she had yet to be introduced to. Because despite the cool exterior, his eyes blazed hot. That intense gaze told a different story all together.
This Deacon was wild—determined.
Firm, warm lips tickled the side of her neck, sucked the delicate skin there, and he pressed his thigh more firmly between her legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, Alex.”
A whimper was all the reply she could manage, and his dark chuckle told her he knew exactly how much she wanted him. That all the attitude and resistance had been for show, a way to protect herself, and right then she didn’t have the strength to fight it, to pretend this wasn’t what she wanted as well.
Strong fingers dug into her inner thigh, then moved higher. The sound of her panties being torn from her body came next. Cool air hit her overheated flesh, and she moaned like a B-grade porn star when he slid his fingers through the drenched folds. She moved her hips like a cock-starved nymphomaniac trying to get those fingers where she wanted them most.
Deacon made a rough sound against her throat. “You’re soaked, so hungry for my cock.” His fingers did another up—and-back through her slick, quivering flesh. “Desperate to feel me thrusting between these pretty lips.”
