“Do you fucking know how stupid it is to be in here?” Anger rippled off him as he took a step closer to her.
Olivia dragged her gaze away and shook her head. “I don’t know whywhat I dois any of your damn business.”
“Because I know the danger you’re in,Teach. You think this is some college frat party?”
Refusing to look at him, she glanced over at the jukebox and saw Kennedy dancing very close to one of the guys she was talking to earlier. Hubcap and the brunette were fused at the hip, and several couples and trios were going full force in sexual explorations.
“Again … why thefuckare you here? Did you come to see me?” His face softened and he leaned enough that their shoulders kissed. “I’m down for that, but you should’ve let me know you were coming. I thought you were fucking pissed at me.”
“I am.” She moved away and propped her elbow on the bar.
Animal waved his hand around the room. “You could’ve fooled me.”
The smugness in his voice irked her and, for the umpteenth time, she regretted her decision to show up that night. But of course he’d think that—anyone would, and the fact that a part of her had come in hopes of seeing him niggled at her. Olivia knew she was giving Animal mixed signals, but that was because her brain and her body weren’t acting in concert—they were givinghermixed signals.
“The truth is, my friend asked me to come, and I had nothing better to do, so here I am. I quickly realized that I made a mistake.” She took out her car keys. “I was just ready to leave when you came over.” Olivia slid off the stool. “Goodnight.”
Animal’s fingers wound around her upper arm, and as he put his mouth close to her ear, warm breath sent sparks through her body. “I’ll walk you out, and saying no isn’t an option.”
She nodded and relaxed in his grip. As he guided Olivia through the maze of people toward the entrance, some of the bikers and a few of the women openly stared at her, then at Animal, and then back at her.
Animal opened the door and Olivia stepped through it. The night’s cold air was especially refreshing after having spent time in the hot and stuffy clubhouse. Groups of men huddled in front of the brick walls, smoking joints and cigarettes, several of them calling out to Animal. He raised his fist in the air as he continued walking, his other hand still around her arm.
The two of them moved in silence, and she could hear needles and gravel crunch beneath their feet and smell pine in the air. When they arrived at her black Ford Fiesta, he took the keys from her hand and unlocked the door.
“Thanks for watching out for me,” she said, her breath coming out in wisps of steam that dissipated rapidly in the frosty air. Olivia turned away to open the car door.
“No problem,” he said in a low voice.
As she pulled open the door, Animal shut it, then placed his hands on her shoulders and swung her around to face him. His dark eyes held her gaze, and the ground crunched beneath him as he stepped closer. When she backed up, her butt bumped against the side of the car.
“I have to get going,” she whispered.
He blocked her movements as she tried again to open the car door. He leaned closer, his scent twisting around her. Olivia’s stomach did a somersault, and internally, she cursed it. Why did she have to be so damn attracted to him?
Animal’s finger lightly tapped against her scalp. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His intense gaze heated her skin, and the air between them seemed electrified.
“Just … that this is wrong,” she managed to get out.
“Is it?” His eyes drifted to Olivia’s lips and her breath caught in her throat.
In one swift movement, Animal yanked her close, her soft curves molding to the contours of his hard, muscled body. He crushed his mouth to hers, devouring her while his tongue plundered.
Olivia’s hands slipped under his jacket and moved up his back; her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as she hung on, barely able to stand upright on her wobbly legs. A quiver ran through her as his hands swept down past her hips, cupped her ass, squeezing with urgency.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured.
His ran his tongue against her lips, nipping them and arousal washed over her, hot and thick and seductive. Olivia leaned into Animal and kissed him back with all the desire she felt for him at that moment.
As his hands slid up her blouse and curved around her breast, Olivia softly moaned into his mouth and sank her fingers in his hair. He rubbed her nipple through the purple top, the scraping fabric making it ache and harden. With his other hand, Animal moved her hair aside and lightly nibbled on the sensitive pulse beneath her ear. She groaned and lolled her head to the side, giving him better access. His lips peppered kisses over her skin, trailing a path down to her collarbone.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered without budging. She licked her lips and tasted him.
He tweaked her nipple as she uttered the words, and she tipped her head back and moaned.
“What we do is between us alone—fuck everything else,” he said as lips moved further down.
“But Slavens—Lucy.” Olivia closed her eyes, relishing in the sensations burning through her.