Beneath the Stars (Falling Stars #4) - A.L. Jackson Page 0,107

“My Stallion,” as she peered up at me with those eyes. “Ask me what I want right now.”

Need filled her voice.

Every cell in my body fisted.

My palm spread across her cheek. “What do you want, Sweet Thing?”

She swallowed hard. “You. I want you, Rhys.”

“Well, since it is your birthday, darlin’, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t give you what you wanted?” I let the tease wind into the words, but there was no keeping the tenderness out.

Her eyes flashed with softness and affection and everything I’d been fighting.

Energy sparked.

A crack in the air.

That pull that whipped and whirred.

A low hum that drowned out everything except for that call that shouted between us.

And I realized we were just standing still in the middle of the crush. Nothin’ else existing but the two of us. One hot flaming second from devouring this girl in front of her brother’s band.

“Need to get you out of here. Right now.” It was a growl of desperation.

She nodded hard, and I peeled myself away so I could grab her by the hand, and I was marching through the crowd with the girl fumbling and giggling behind me as we made a beeline for the door.

Shouldering through the mass that had grown thick.

Lyrik, Tamar, and the guys from Riot were the last ones standing. I barely gave them a jut of my chin as a parting good-bye as I dragged Maggie along behind me. I hoped on all the hopes that they’d buy into the idea that I’d been charged with getting her home safely, and not that my actual intentions were gettin’ her out of these clothes so I could get into her tight, sweet body.

None of them were really paying us that much mind, anyway, but Lyrik looked up from where he had his face buried in his wife’s neck long enough to shoot me a smirk.

Right.

Not obvious at all.

I hauled her out the door and into the humid night. The night sky drooped low, and the streetlamps lining the walk cast a blurry glow into the stagnant, steamy darkness. The door closed behind us, cutting the uproar to a muffled drone, two of us alone for the first time tonight.

I took full advantage of it.

I no longer recognized when I was delving into dangerous behavior. A fell swoop of bad marks that had started to blur since touching this girl felt far too right to be wrong.

In an instant, I had her pinned against the wall. Kissing her hard. My hands in her hair and hers fisted in my shirt while she struggled to get closer to me.

Her tongue stroked me into delirium, and her hands drove me to madness.

I dug in my pocket to get my phone, and I barely even broke the kiss while I fumbled into the app to call a ride. Somehow, I managed to press confirm with hardly looking at it, accepting the two-minute wait, and got right back to kissing the hell out of my girl.

Our mouths were a collision of tongues and lips and nippin’ teeth.

Nothing else mattered but this.

My hands got lost in her hair, and my tongue was dead set on taking all I could get. Relishing the moment. This chance. Knowing full well the end would come but unable to stand the thought of it.

Our hearts raced, and I got that same high sensation I got when I was flying down an open road in my car. No boundaries. No limits.

That desire screamed. Begging for surrender.

For me to finally just let go.

“Rhys,” she whimpered, grinding against me right on the wall, half giggling, half moaning against my mouth.

I smiled beneath our kiss. “Ruinin’ me, Sweet Thing.”

“Already ruined. So ruined…” she slurred as her nails dug deeper. Should have been worried. But I just smiled wider and hoisted her up into my arms when the car pulled to a stop at the curb behind us.

“Since we’re goin’ down, at least we’re goin’ down together,” I told her.

Could feel her grin.

Her joy.

My heart raced faster.

“Take me home, Rhys.”

“Gladly, baby.” I didn’t set her down as I spun us around and carried her to the car. I leaned into the front window that the dude rolled down as Maggie clung to me from the front, giggling and burying her face in my shoulder.

“R. Manning?”

“That’s me.”

He gave a jerk of his chin, and I opened the back door with one hand.

Maggie slipped a little, and she yelped, and I was laughing as I held