skin, resurrecting her fear, for with it rose the flames of reckless longing. Their hips undulated together, and her insides buzzed, sparking with blistering desire.
She never knew sexual tension like this existed. It seethed beneath his touch, growled through his heavy breaths, and dripped down her legs because dammit, she wasn’t wearing panties.
Their grinding became so obscenely sexual she knew they were making a scene. But she couldn’t shove him away, and he showed no signs of stopping.
Fused at the hips, they connected in rhythm and motion, pushing and pulling, slowing down and speeding up, dancing as one. Not fighting. Not trying to kill each other. They molded together and clung, sinking into the addictive burn. The hunger. The danger.
She shivered, her breaths growing faster with the heavy rush of his. Nothing was sexier or more sinful than grooving up against this man. She wanted to live in his arms and do this for the rest of her life.
But doubt and duty trickled in.
Why was he dancing with her? Touching her? Staring at her like he was into her? Was it another trick?
How many women had he fucked in the past six months? After seven years of celibacy, surely he hadn’t gone back to abstaining. He was too sexually charged, too goddamn filthy-minded to go without.
And his dancing? Yeah, he had moves. All the moves. He was by far the best dancer in the discotheque. Maybe in all of Italy. She didn’t have to stretch her mind to guess who’d taught him.
So what was he doing with her? With his good looks, sexy confidence, and dirty dancing, he wouldn’t be hard up for pussy. He could get it anywhere, anytime.
Even now, every woman in the nightclub was eye-fucking him. The ladies corralled around, shaking their hips, waiting for him to toss away his current distraction and notice them.
If he noticed them, he didn’t show it. His dark brown eyes never strayed from her. The longer he held her in his gaze, the more adventurous her hands became. Chiseled pecs, solid shoulders, corded neck, pillowy lips—she touched him everywhere, rubbing, caressing, stroking, and burning up.
She was soaked between her legs, made worse by the blatant need hardening his body. He didn’t ram his erection against her, but he couldn’t hide it. She was intimately familiar with its shape in every stage of hardness. She knew his girth as he stretched every orifice of her body with dominating force.
She knew it and missed it terribly. She missed him.
The scent of him warmed her senses with outdoorsy undertones of leather and earth and masculine pheromones. Yeah, even without the beard, he still smelled deliciously lickable and distinctively him.
He rocked against her, changing up the tempo, bringing her hips in for a slow grind. Then he gripped her nape, bringing her mouth in for a heated exchange of breaths, teasing her with a brush of lips, taunting her with the promise of more.
Every action was sensual and calculated, wildly hungry and terrifyingly confident. Damn, but he knew what he was doing.
He scared the shit out of her.
So when his mouth fully captured hers, she tensed and tried to pull away. He grabbed her head, trapped her waist, and deepened the kiss, chasing her tongue and decimating her resistance.
Controlled by desire, they attacked each other in a frenzy, dancing and moaning to their own music, spinning in their private orbit of touching, kissing, biting, licking, and grabbing. Whatever this was, it was impulsive, carnal, dangerous, and real. They weren’t capable of stopping. It was too potent, too infectious, taking over and twisting them up.
He kissed her until she melted. Until they were panting together and pulling at each other’s clothes. She needed more of his touch, his hands on her skin. Her body had never felt more alive, her breasts heavy, and her breaths shallow and fast.
She was so caught up in it she hadn’t realized they’d drifted away from the crowd. With her eyes screwed shut and all five senses wrapped up in Cole, she didn’t know he’d danced her into a nearby passageway until her back hit the wall.
Her eyes flew open, and the air evacuated her lungs as he pinned her body with the weight of his. There was no one in view, this part of the club currently unused. It was just her and him and the fingers trailing up the outsides of her thighs.
This was it. He’d separated her from the crowd, pulled her away from witnesses. He was going