Page 64 of Second Time Around
Chapter 11
Outside Stratus, the limousine’s glossy black paint gleamed under the club’s entrance lights. Kyra’s step hitched slightly when she saw it. Desire had been simmering inside her ever since Will’s text message and now it was ready to boil over.
The back door swung open as soon as she got within ten feet of the car, and Will unfolded himself from the interior. He was dressed in jeans and a moss-green polo shirt, the most casual she’d seen him since college. Closing the space between them in two strides, he pulled her against him and brought his mouth down on hers for a kiss like a furnace blast. She let the heat inside her rise to meet his so their tongues touched and twisted in a dance that promised far more.
“Hey, get a room,” a passerby called out, but his tone was admiring, rather than grumpy.
Kyra had forgotten they were still standing on the sidewalk and she tried to pull away, but Will had splayed his hands on her bottom to hold her tight to his erection and he didn’t ease the pressure. He lifted his head a fraction of an inch, and she could see the flare of his nostrils as he breathed hard. “It’s New York,” he said. “We could do it in an alleyway and no one would care.”
“Yes, but I work here.” Kyra braced her elbows against his chest and pushed. “Also, I have to tell you something first.”
“That sounds ominous,” Will said, taking her backpack before he helped her into the limo.
She’d decided not to let Petra get into her head with her subtle disdain. Possibly easier said than done. So she was going to tell Will that Petra and Farr had visited Stratus without divulging the underlying reason.
Tossing the pack onto the seat facing them, he slid in beside her and hauled her onto his lap. She could feel his cock pressing against the juncture of her thighs, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. “I can’t focus when I’m sitting on your lap,” she said.
“You have no choice.” He gathered up her hair to kiss the nape of her neck, sending shivers careening over her skin. “I’ve been waiting all day to have you here.”
“Fine, I’ll make it fast.” She took a breath. “Petra and Farr stopped by Stratus this evening.”
He dropped her hair and sat back so she could see his frown in the dim light. “Petra and Farr? Did they know you would be there?”
Kyra had thought about just how much she should tell him. “They did. Petra is considering throwing a fund-raiser there so she wanted to get my thoughts on it. Farr was being a good friend and escorting her. You know he really likes her, right?” She was trying to distract him from thinking too hard about Petra’s presence.
He looked surprised. “Farr likes Petra? You mean in more than a friendly way?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
Will brushed off her tangent. “Petra didn’t go there to plan a party,” he said. “She has a rotating list of venues she uses. I know because I’ve been to every one of them.”
There it was, the world that Petra and Will moved in together, while Kyra was merely an employee in one of those venues. She shoved the thought away because right now she was with Will in their own little world.
“Maybe she feels the need for a fresh location. Shake things up.” Kyra didn’t want him brooding on the topic because she preferred not to answer any additional questions. She’d told him enough to stave off trouble later on, but not enough to cause trouble now. “Anyway, we all had a nice chat while Petra drank one Cosmo too many before Farr took her home.”
Will looked pained when she mentioned the Cosmo. “I hope she didn’t embarrass you.”
“Actually, my fellow bartender Bastian is desperately hoping she will return. He was quite smitten.”
“Another one in her long string.” Will’s tone was sardonic. Then his mood turned severe, and she glimpsed the streak of ruthlessness that had propelled him to the top. “I’m not happy that she tracked you down at your workplace.”
“She was just a customer,” Kyra said, wishing he would let it drop. “Not a big deal.”
“Your life should not be troubled by my past. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Kyra felt a thrill of primitive exhilaration at Will’s protectiveness, especially when he wound his hand into her hair, his eyes glittering in the passing city lights, saying, “I have zero interest in discussing Petra any further.”
“Then my job here is done.” She’d dodged that bullet.
He used his grip on her hair to tilt her head so he could go back to kissing her neck. His other hand came up to cup her breast through the black silk blouse she wore. She felt both of his touches like brands, scorching her skin and marking her as his. Beneath her, his erection grew harder. She shifted so it hit her right between the legs, and she breathed out a wordless exclamation of pleasure.
“Kyra,” Will growled against her neck. “I want you now.Rightnow.”
“Yes!” she said, and suddenly she was being lifted upward by strong hands on her hips.
“Thank God you wore a skirt,” Will said. “Straddle me.”
She’d worn the short, black skirt for exactly this reason. And red lace lingerie, since she’d used her only set of fancy black lingerie last night. If this fling with Will continued much longer, she’d have to go shopping for more sexy undies. She knelt over him, one knee on either side of his thighs. He yanked her skirt up to her waist, his breath hissing in appreciation when he saw her panties.
