look at my breasts, since I know he’s been sneaking peeks since I put this shirt on. I’ve never actually used my tits, my ass . . . but from the way it’s clearly mesmerizing Luke, I think I like it.
I notice there’s a dance floor behind all the high-top tables. It’s crowded. “Hey!” I shout. “Let’s go!”
I manage to pull him with me, and a second later I’m dancing in the center of the crowd, moving with it, feeling like a part of it, so happy and sexy and alive. We’re away from the cameras, and it’s like the old Penelope Carpenter is gone. New clothes, new attitude . . . new sexy man that I could easily lick from head to toe.
Everyone’s jumping with the throbbing of the music. Everyone but him. He’s just gazing at me, his lips curved up in a smile like he likes what he sees.
He wants me.
And I want him.
I do.
I swing my hips as I come up close to him and touch his face. “Why are you not dancing?”
“Because I’m watching you.”
I smile. “See anything you like? Anything you want to sample?”
“Yeah. All of it,” he rasps.
Nice answer. I throw my arms around him and press myself up against his chest. He wraps his big arms around me, his hands massaging my ass, and I freaking die. Because every pore in my body wants him closer.
“Let’s go, then,” I whisper in his ear.
“No, Penny. The cameras . . .”
“I don’t care about those,” I tell him, giving him my best pout. “Let them see. Let everyone see. Fuck me right here.”
“Penny.” His voice is a warning.
He looks around, then takes my hand and leads me toward the door. The cold air hitting my bare skin is a shock, and now there’s fog coming off the ocean and it’s drizzling a little too. He dips his lips down and presses a soft kiss onto my hairline, sending shivers through my body. I waver on my feet.
He takes my hand and leads me down the street a little, toward the harbor. Away from the hotel. My body spikes with the thrill of the unknown as he suddenly swings me around to the side of one of the buildings into a closed-off, narrow alley.
He cages me in there, against the side of the building, one strong arm on either side of me. His mouth descends on mine, hard and rough, his teeth taking my bottom lip, scraping over it. His tongue slides between my teeth, his stubble rubbing my face red. It’s all-consuming, not just a kiss anymore. This is thrusting, fighting, fucking with our mouths. It’s raw and hard and exactly what I expect from someone like Luke Cross. We’re in the middle of a busy city with all its distractions, but even so, there is nothing at that moment but his mouth and lips and tongue, taking me, making me his. His mouth is hot and hungry, making my breath shudder as his hands move down my bare arms.
I want him inside me. I want more than that. As if he feels that longing, his fingers trace a sweet, insane path to my breasts. He finds my nipple through the thin fabric of the tank with the pad of his thumb, already hard for him.
He tweaks it, and I writhe against the side of the building, my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m desperate for the feeling of his hot tongue on my bare breasts. I want to keep going. I want him to taste me. I want him to taste me everywhere.
He lets out a small groan, and his hands skim down the sides of my ribs. I let him slip his hands under my backside and scoop me up, wrapping my legs around him, feeling him, so hard against my aching sex.
I cry out as his tongue explores its way down my neck. I will never, ever get enough of this.
I want him to eat me up alive. I want to eat him up alive.
He pulls away suddenly.
“Penny?” he murmurs, running a finger down the side of my face.
“Mmm?” I lick my lips, studying his lips, red and wet and raw, the exact place I want to kiss again and again and again.
He’s silent as he waits for me to force my gaze up—into his fiery, intense yeti eyes. “You wanted to forget your daddy. But this? You just right done lost your mind completely.”