Page 79 of Killer Kiss

Like she knew exactly how bad I wanted her and how, if she just touched me like that, I might shatter.

Two could play at that game.

I hauled her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her, swaying in time to the music in a sensual slow dance that never failed to have every woman at one of my shows swooning. I felt more than heard her sharp intake of breath at how close I had her, every part of me pressing against every part of her.

She hadn’t seen anything yet.

Normally I would have whispered in the woman’s ear, asked her permission, but catching Ophelia off guard was way too much fun. And hell. I’d had my tongue buried in her pussy just hours ago. Unless she told me to stop, I wasn’t going to.

I slid my hands from the small of her back over her ass and down to the backs of her thighs.

Without warning her, I picked her up, spreading her legs so she was forced to wrap them around me.

It put her core at my stomach height, and fuck if I didn’t want to drop her lower to where I was rapidly getting hard.

I was always freaking hard around her. One look and I was a goner, but this was so much worse. Dancing with her like this. Touching her. Knowing how sweet her pussy tasted and how her arousal had coated my tongue so beautifully. It was torture.

“Augie! Put me down.”

I looked up at her and smirked. “Sure thing, sweetheart.” I slid one hand up her back, supporting her weight, and then lowered her to the freshly cleaned floor, laying her out on her back, hovering over her.

“Dammit, Augie! Not what I meant and you know it!”

When I did this with strangers in the club, I didn’t put my weight on them. I kept a distance, always being careful not to touch them.

With Ophelia, I sank my hips down over hers, grinding my jeans at the seam of her workout pants. “You complain a lot for a woman who still has her legs firmly clamped around me.”

Her eyes widened, and she stared down, like she was completely unaware of the way she was keeping me held to her.

Before she could complain, I rolled my hips against hers again, grinding on her in time to the music.

Her eyes flickered closed for a second as I put pressure on her clit, and a tiny moan slipped from between her soft, so pretty lips.

So I did it again. And again. Until her hips moved beneath me, her thrusting up to meet my downward strokes, her breaths coming in faster and shallower pants that matched mine.

I wanted to pretend it was the dance that was stealing my breath. That it was the physical exertion of what I was doing.

But it was her.

Beneath me. All dark hair and big eyes and a mouth so fuckable I wanted to pull her up by her ponytail and see how deep she could take me.

My dick wept with precum, desperate for me to do just that, right here, in the middle of the club where I’d promised Eve I would never.

My phone rang.

We both froze, staring over at it sitting on the edge of the stage.

I knew what would happen if I didn’t get up and answer it. I was already on the verge of undoing my fly and slamming my cock into her.

“Fuck,” I muttered, falling back to my knees, breathing hard, trying to get enough oxygen to my head to make a sensible decision. Eve was about the only person in the world who actually gave a fuck about me, and I’d just come very close to breaking the one rule she’d laid out for me.

I wouldn’t do it.

But damn, I wanted to.

Ophelia let her legs fall away from around me, and I pushed back onto the balls of my feet to stand. I strode across the room and picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

All I wanted to do was look at her.

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