Page 34 of A Real Good Bad Thing

Something was definitely amiss. Dude-bro hadn’t gotten the message. I looked him in the eye and said distinctly, “Yep. Still here.”

The guy raised no-offense hands and wisely walked back to his friends. Mission accomplished.

Ruby turned to face me. “Is everything okay? Did you find something?” She raised her eyes to the second floor, as if I didn’t know where she meant.

“Tell you later.”

Her brow knitted then her confusion cleared and her lips parted in anOof understanding. “You mean, you came over here just because that guy was hitting on me?”

“I did. A woman like you doesn’t need a frat boy,” I said.

She arched an eyebrow. “And what does a woman like me need?”

I was mere millimeters from her, my head full of her coconut scent and the memory of how her skin had tasted and how wet she’d been when I’d touched her, how much she’d arched her back when she came, how she’d said my name into the night. This woman was scrambling my brain. She was knocking down my walls without even trying. Digging my thumb into her hip, I answered, “You need someone who knows how to savor you.”

That earned me a seductive smile. She raised her chin as the music pulsed from the stage. “Savoring is your specialty, I take it?”

I hadn’t cut across the floor to flirt, but being this close to her short-circuited my brain. “It’s my favorite hobby,” I said, letting go of her hip so my fingers could drift across the fabric of her dress. Her breath caught as I flicked her belly button right through the material. “I’d run my tongue across this ring, then properly kiss you all over. Every inch. That’s what you need. That’s what you deserve.”

“Proper kissing? Everywhere?” she asked, her voice breathy and low.

I splayed my palm over her flat belly, so eager to touch her. “Everywhere.” My thumb dropped lower, tracing a line along the waistband of her panties, making my meaning clear. “Everywhere along your beautiful body.”

She shivered, and her lips parted, but she said nothing. We’d promised to cool it, but the press of the crowd forced us unbearably close, and temptation was impossible to resist. “You deserve someone who craves the taste of your lips. The feel of your body. A woman like you deserves a man who understands the three-to-one ratio.”

She arched a brow in question “What’s that?”

I brushed strands of her blonde hair away from her ear to whisper, “I would make sure you came three times before I even did once.”

She gasped, and her lips fell open. “Can I have my second now?”

I smiled wickedly and said, “My greedy woman.”

“Can you blame me? You tortured me with promises of orgasms,” she said.

I stared into her blue eyes, all fiery with heat, then at her chest, a sheen across her dewy skin. She was so hard to resist.

And fuck it.

So much for resistance tonight. I’d start tomorrow.

I’d give myself one more moment with her. That was all.

“You can have it now, but only if you’re quiet,” I said.

“On the dance floor?” she asked, breathless and flushed with excitement.

“Considering I’m going to use my mouth, the answer would be no.”

Her eyes gleamed withyesand soon withgod yes.

She held out her hand, and I took it. I led her off the dance floor, down the hall to a small bathroom. No stalls. This was a bathroom for one.

Or really, two.

The second the door snicked shut, I locked it, then pushed her against the wall and took her mouth in a merciless, passionate kiss that promised hard, hot sex that lasted all night. She moaned into my mouth, grabbing at my shirt and radiating so much want.

Good. I wanted her desire badly. Nothing turned me on more than winding her up. And, well, getting her off. I broke the kiss. She was panting with need. “Now,” she whispered, begging. “Kiss me properly.” Her eyes sparkled with naughty desire.

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