the bid, but for some reason, he put my name down on the bidder sheet.
“Everyone is looking at you,” I whisper softly, my body pressed so dangerously close to his I’ve felt his hard-on for the last three minutes.
His arms tighten around me. “No, Lean, they’re not looking at me. They’re looking at you.”
I glance up, into those dark, soulful eyes and feel myself starting to fall all over again. The crazy part is, I couldn’t stop the tumble if I tried. Maybe I don’t want to.
“I’m not so sure about that,” I reply, trying to focus on the dance, on the fact we’re still surrounded by dozens and dozens of partygoers. “I’m not the one who’s a famous race car driver.”
“No, you’re the most beautiful woman in the room. Everyone is buzzing, trying to find out more about you. Who you are, where you’re from, and probably more importantly, what you mean to me.”
The lump is difficult to swallow around. “I can answer two of those questions, but I’m not sure about the last.”
He pulls me even closer, our chests pressed firmly together. I’m certain he can feel the pounding of my heart against his chest. His fingers move lower on my back, grazing across the top of my ass cheeks. “That’s simple,” he whispers. “You’re everything to me, and for tonight, you’re all mine.”
A shiver races down my spine as he spins me out and then pulls me back in close again. All I can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride.
“You about ready to get out of here?” he whispers against my ear, the kiss of his breath making it almost too hard to concentrate on the words he speaks.
“Yes,” I croak in reply, my words raspy and dry.
Without saying a word, Mack escorts me off the dance floor and to our table. Fish is sitting there, chatting with an older man. When he glances up and sees us, his face breaks out in a wide grin. He nods toward the doorway and says to Mack, “Go ahead. I’ll grab the next one.” Then he glances at me and winks before turning back to the gentleman sitting beside him.
Mack picks up my clutch purse and practically drags me to the doorway. “Mack?” I say, having a hard time keeping up with his longer legs in these heels.
When he seems to realize my troubles, he stops and turns to face me. “Sorry, I guess… I wasn’t trying to drag you out of here. I guess I’m in a little more of a hurry.” He gives me a shy grin with a tinge of flushed red cheeks.
“It’s okay,” I reassure him, placing my hands on his lapel. “I’m in a hurry too, but in these heels, I’m not able to run.”
He shakes his head and glances down at my feet. “Yeah, those heels have been the death of me tonight.” Taking a step closer and invading my personal space again, he adds, “All I’ve been picturing is seeing them wrapped around my waist.”
Feeling bold and alive, I whisper, “That’s one fantasy I wouldn’t mind acting out.”
Again, we’re on the move, this time at a much more manageable pace. The air is cool in comparison to my flushed skin as we step outside to await our limo. I notice the photographers and the frenzy of our departure is nothing like our arrival was. There’s not a camera in sight, but then again, it is just after midnight. They all got their action shots and their stories when we arrived.
The limo pulls up, and before our driver can get out to escort us inside, Mack has the door open for me. Once I’ve cleared the doorway, he slips in behind me and shuts the door. Even though the limo is empty, we sit at the back, between the two doors. “Home, sir?” the driver asks.
“Yes, please. Take your time,” Mack responds right before he engages the button to raise the partition.
The moment we’re alone, he moves. Mack pushes me back gently, lying me across the seat. My legs open—well, as much as they can in the dress—and he comes down on top of me, cocooning me with his large body. I’m able to wiggle one leg out of the slit and hitch it over his ass just as his lips slam into mine in a dizzying kiss.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all night,” he practically growls against my jaw as his lips move down. I