Page 54 of Take You Down

I reach forward and pull her flush to me, her breasts pushed up between us, and I glance at them, straining in their confinement, pale in comparison to her dark shirt. I reach behind her again, slipping my hands under the bottom of the fabric to settle against the bare skin on her lower back, damp with sweat.

We dance together, song after song, getting lost in each other and the thump of the music. She turns around, putting her back to my chest and winds an arm up around my neck. I grip her hips, pulling her ass against my cock, letting her feel my body’s reaction to what she’s doing as I strain against my pants. She wiggles her hips side to side, twisting around to give me a downright devilish grin, letting me know she knows exactly what she’s doing.

I lean down and bite the shell of her ear, earning a small yelp barely heard above the music and run my tongue up the side of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, determined to drive her as crazy as she’s driving me. The heat of the club sticks to both of us in a heavy coat, further fueling the burning frenzy for each other.

Scar twists her face up to me and gripping the back of my hair, she brings my mouth down to hers, crashing together in a desperate kiss. Her soft lips meet mine, and I nip at them, before diving deep into her, tongues dancing and battling for power.

Without breaking the kiss, Scar pulls out of my grasp, turning and bringing her chest to mine, leaning into me, clawing at my shoulders, her moans echoing my own.

My body burns, the need to taste her overriding every other thought and emotion. I give her one final kiss before I pull away. Her eyes are glazed, lids heavy with desire.

“Tell me to stop.” The words barely escape my lips, and I watch Scar’s face closely, waiting to see any hesitation, any hint that this isn’t what she wants, but I so desperately do.

Without saying a single word, she shakes her head, licking her lips and staring hungrily back at my own.

Without a second thought, I grab her hand and drag her off the floor and toward the stairs, taking us back up the VIP section and beelining for the bathrooms.

Thank God for the private bathrooms and it being a slow night up here.

I don’t even stop to look to see if Jane and the guys are still at the couches or if they’ve moved down to the dance floor. Hell, they could’ve left for all I care.

Pushing open the large door to the men’s room, I quickly survey that it’s empty before rushing in and pulling Scar behind me. There’s no lock on the door, so I’ll just have to take our chances and make this fast.

The music is muted in here, only a low humming of the bass accompanying our heavy breathing. I face Scar, and when our eyes meet, I see a shiver break out across her body at the animalistic look I know is on my face. I slowly back her up, step by step, until her back meets the counter’s edge, and I pin her to it with my hips.

She lets out a strangled breath, watching, waiting. Waiting for me to make the move now.

I don’t think twice.

Dipping down, I smash my lips to her, resuming our frenzied kiss and wrap her hair around my fist, yanking on the strands to pull her head back.

A whimper falling from her has me stopping for a moment, trying to read her reaction, gut immediately clenching in guilt that maybe I pulled too hard.

But no, when Scar opens her eyes, they shine with lust, and she shifts her legs, spreading them to wrap around one of my thighs and rubbing herself against me shamelessly.

“Fuck, are you a dirty girl, Scarlett?” I ask, keeping her neck open and exposed as I press my lips to it, sucking and biting my way across and down to her chest as much as her shirt will allow. I want to rip it to shreds, exposing her to me.

“Don’t tempt me, James,” she breathes heavily over my head, nails digging into my shoulder.

I pull back and stare at her eyes, letting her see the fire in mine. “No, don’t tempt me.”

Releasing her hair, my hands find the waistband of her jeans, popping the button open so quickly I’m shocked it doesn’t fly off. Yanking down the zipper, I make enough room for me to reach one hand inside, finding the lace of her panties and pushing the fabric aside and start circling her clit.

Scar reacts immediately, jumping slightly in my grasp and letting out a little cry, head falling forward against my shoulder in pleasure. “Ohhh!” She lets out on a strangled breath.

Keeping pressure on her clit, I reach my hand further back and curse at the wetness that I find.

“Oh, you’re fucking soaking, sweetheart,” I hum and dance my fingers around her entrance. She shifts her hips, trying to find relief, but I don’t give her what she wants just yet.

As I withdraw my hand, Scar raises her head back up, brows furrowed in pent-up frustration. “Walker,” she moans.

I silence her with a kiss before I kneel in front of her and pull her jeans down, taking her panties with them. Pushing her feet apart as much as the material will allow, I run my hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the goosebumps that rise in their wake.

“As much as I want to take my time with you, we gotta make this fast.”

Leaning forward, eyes locked in on Scar’s, I part her with my hand and latch my mouth around her clit, sucking as she starts to buck against my face. I use my other hand to grip her hip, trying to hold her steady.

“Fuck,” she cries out, pushing herself harder against my face, and I nip lightly at her in response. I knew she’d be a little vixen, unashamed of her body and the pleasure it desires. I love the way she opens herself to me, legs straining to step further apart than the pants around her ankles will allow her.

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