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down the last inch. I give a gentle tug on her bottom lip and feel her smile against me. She nips mine back and her tongue runs the seam of my lips, they part for her, and swollen lips cover my own.
    Terrified of consuming her, I let her take the lead. Our lips join, her tongue flicks into my mouth, dancing with mine in hesitant lashes. The sweet taste of mint mixed with rum dances across my taste buds and I groan into her mouth. Her hands fist into my shirt, demanding more. My heart pounds fierce in my chest and I’m lost in the sensation, in her. Her fingers grasp onto my hair and I lose control, pulling her back a few feet into a dark spot and up against the wall. Lips bruise, teeth clash, and one hand digs into her hips, rocking her against my cock. The other runs the length of her side, grazing my thumb across the soft swell of her tit.
    Her leg hitches around my thigh, the motion lifting her dress, revealing more flesh. It’s like a magnet for my hand, as I let her hip go and allow my fingers to wander down onto the newly exposed skin. All the while, our lips and tongues are entwined. I can’t get enough. I need more. Much more.
    Not yet. Not here.
    I pull away, utterly breathless, and rest my forehead against hers. Our breaths pant in unison. “Come home with me?”

H IS GASPING BREATHS flutter over my warm face and I struggle for my own air. “I… I shouldn’t.” But even I don’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. My brain fogs with rights and wrongs. Mac’s gone on tour. What I should do is leave, but nothing could make me at this point.
    His forehead no longer rests against mine as he pulls further away. But the only thing in view is his impossibly gorgeous face. Nothing else; just him.
    “I promise I won’t touch you until you ask. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His voice deepens with each word. He runs a finger down the side of my cheek, down to my neck, sending ripples of pleasure to my core. “If I had my way, you’d already have this”—his thick, hard length grinds against me and my breath catches in my throat—“ buried inside you, here against this wall. Without giving a flying fuck who’s watching.” His eyes, so dark in the dim lighting of the club, are almost black, but still give off heat like lava.
    Every nerve ending inflames deep within me, desperate for his attention. Neglected for so long, my body remembers the feel of him against me when we rode on his bike. The vibrations, the heat, and the pure power he gives off. Captivated, each gasp of air becomes shorter, wilder. His gaze locks on mine, little flicks of his eyes study me, and a half smile pulls at his lips.
    He leans into me. “Would you like that?” His deep voice vibrates against my ear. “If I slip my fingers into your pussy, would I find you swollen and wet for me?”
    I. Just. Died.
    His laboured breaths caress my skin, turning the already simmering desire in my core into a cascade of lust. The need to control myself evaporates and a wicked idea enters my head. As I pull away, I unashamedly grasp the thick bulge in his jeans, squeezing him from base to tip, and then stroke it with my palm. The satisfaction upon hearing his sharp intake of breath gives me more confidence. “Like you are for me, you mean?”
    A deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “I’ve been in this state since seeing your sexy arse shaking on the dance floor. So, yeah. Ditto.”
    Unsure what to do now that I have him in my palm, I falter. His large hand rests over mine on his crotch, and his fingers one by one link with mine. He squeezes them tighter around him then pulls our joined hands away.
    “So?” He leans in again, and his breath tickles over my ear. He smells amazing. “Will you?”
    Common sense hits home. Oh my god, where’s Alex? What if someone sees me? I search over Noah’s shoulder. Am I being seen? What will it mean? Do I even care anymore? The last question is the deal sealer because the answer is