Page 19 of The Delta's Rogue
With that, he heads towards another guest, with a smile on his face.
My teeth grind together. “This was a waste.”
“Do you think Lennox really wanted to invest in Forrest’s club?” Sarina resumes her stroking of my chest.
“I don’t know.”
Her gaze turns inward, head cocking to the side after a moment. “Levi said the trail led in but not out, right?”
“Yes.”
Sarina purses her lips and tentatively cups my cheek. I sigh and cover her hand with mine, letting her touch calm my annoyance prowling under the surface.
“What if he was waiting for his scent blockers to kick back in?” she says, leaning close to my ear as if she’s whispering sweet nothings to me. “Maybe he knew Forrest would want nothing to do with his plan, but he also knew he needed time off the streets to cover his tracks.”
I furrow my brow as I consider her words, angling my face towards hers to hide my expression from the rest of the club. Our breaths mix as my mouth hovers over hers, our lips almost touching. My hand wanders higher on her leg, almost brushing over her pussy through her underwear.
“Do you think he’d have the wherewithal to do that?”
She shrugs. “He might. He knew what he was doing with everything he set up at the club to get to Haven. Who knows what else he has up his sleeve.”
“That’s true,” I agree.
Her fingers trail down my cheek to my neck, and I bite back a contented sigh, clasping her hand in mine and moving it to my lips to kiss her knuckles. She feels way too good inmy arms and in my lap, and her touch is addictive. I imagine everything else about her is equally transfixing.
“Thank you”—my lips trail across her fingertips—“for your help.”
She beams at me, pride and elation sparkling in her chocolate brown eyes. “I told you we make a good team.”
“That you did.” I chuckle. “You played your part well.”
“Was I a good girl?” She bites her lip.
I freeze then swallow, my cock twitching in my pants. “What?”
“Was I a good girl?” she repeats, her eyes flicking down to where my hand roams her leg.
Fuck. Me.
Her eyes meet mine again, her thick lashes fluttering, and I nearly lose my composure.
Goddess, I want her. More than anything. I want to watch her fall apart under my touch, to learn what makes her sigh and moan. To feel just how wet this act of ours has made her.
I want itall.
But not here in the booth, not like this. Not for the first—and maybe only—time I play with her.
“It’s getting late.” I roll her skirt down to where it’s supposed to be. “The clubs will close soon. We should get some rest before starting our search again.”
Disappointment flashes across her face, but she exits the booth and waits for me at the edge of the bench.
I rise behind her, straightening my suit jacket by the lapels as I lean towards her ear. “You better wipe that frown off your face if you want your reward, Baby Girl.”
Her breath catches, and I lace our fingers together.
We stroll through the room casually. I want to rush, want to sprint towards my destination, but I take it slow. Sarina’s hand grips mine, her pulse gaining speed as we head out of the room and down the long hallway.
When we reach the fork, I continue straight, leading us to the private rooms. The one I showed her earlier remains empty, the barrier still in place between the glass panes, and I yank her inside, shutting the door behind us.
