“I guess if PR had put me up to that I might see it that way. But I had no ulterior motive besides wanting to have a happy end to what was one of the roughest weeks of my life.”
I reached up and caressed his face. “If that put a smile on this handsome mug, then I’m happy to’ve been part of it.”
Nolan kissed me. “Thank you. Now will you dance with me?”
“I’m kind of a lousy dancer, but sure.”
But come to find out, I wasn’t terrible if I followed his lead.
The man could move on the dance floor. I found myself monumentally turned on with every precise snap of his hips. With each grind of his body against mine. With each soft kiss he teased me with. I’d only had one glass of champagne . . . so why did I feel light-headed?
Because you are intoxicated with everything about this man.
Nolan could see my hunger, my restlessness growing. After the song ended, he towed me off the dance floor, smiling at acquaintances, but not making a point of introducing me like he had for the past hour. The only official good night was given to the members of the Grant family after Nolan thanked them for a remarkable event and evening.
As he led me toward the exit, his deep voice tickled my nerve endings from my ear to my toes. “You’re coming home with me.”
I handed him my coat-check tag and he made a brief call while he waited for our coats.
He seemed to take great pleasure in swinging the cape around and buttoning it. “This looks amazing on you. The way the fur catches the light and changes the color from silver to different shades of gray reminds me of your eyes. Shining one moment, dark the next.”
“God. Stop with the sweet-talking words. You’re making me wet.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And that’s an issue because . . . ?”
I stood on tiptoe to reach his ear. “Because I’m not wearing any panties.” I wheeled around, letting the soft edge of the cape flap against his chest before I sauntered outside.
Less than a minute later, his hands rested on my hips and he planted a kiss on the side of my neck.
I smiled. “Are you going to torment me the entire time we’re waiting for the valet to bring your car around?”
“No, smart mouth. I’m going to torment you until the car service arrives.”
“Did you hire a car service before or after you saw me here?”
“Before.” He traced the shell of my ear with the underside of his bottom lip, eliciting my shiver and moan. “But I upgraded it after I saw you.”
Just then a glossy black limo pulled up.
I whirled around. “Did you really order us a limo?”
“Yep.” He smiled. “You seemed excited about that idea the night you rode home with Jensen, so here’s your ride, baby.”
“You are ridiculously awesome, man of mine.”
A valet stepped over and opened the limo door for us. Nolan palmed him a bill as I tried to get in gracefully, without tripping. Once my ass hit the seat behind the driver, Nolan slammed the door shut.
“Good evening,” the driver said. “Still headed to the address in St. Louis Park?”
“Eventually. I’d like it if you drove around some first. I’ll let you know when to head to our destination. Oh, and engage the privacy window, please.”
“Certainly, sir.”
While I watched the glass change from clear to reflective, Nolan pulled the champagne out of the ice-packed silver cask and gently worked the cork free. He poured the bubbly into one glass and said, “We’ll share.”
He offered me the first glass.
I downed it.
Not to be outdone, he poured himself a glass and downed it too.
We shared the third glass. Then he set the bottle and the glass back in the ice.
“Have you ever ridden in a limo?”
“Yes.” I rose to my knees on the seat—whoa, plenty of headroom—and straddled his lap. “But I’ve never been fucked in one.”
After he unsnapped my cape and set it aside, his teeth were on my neck and his hands cupped my ass. “I intend to make all your fantasies come true.” His fingers found the hem of the dress and he began to slide it up. “I should hoist you up on the seat and spread you out so I can gorge on you, but I need inside you first.” He groaned when his fingers met