“Not the most exciting career, but it pays the mortgage.” She shrugs. Unlike other women, she doesn’t probe further as to why Trevor might think that.
“So how long have you two been neighbors?” Trevor asks.
I pull her a little closer. “Since I moved in.”
“And you’re just neighbors?” Trevor takes a sip of his beer.
“Of course,” Abby says quickly, a flush staining her cheeks.
I’ll have to disabuse her of that notion right quick.
“In that case,” Trevor says with a grin. “I’m sure Lukas won’t mind if I take you onto the dance floor.”
“I mind,” I snarl. The statement more intense than I’d intended. A kick of possessiveness settles in my gut. I frown at the unfamiliar feeling. It shouldn’t matter if Trevor dances with her.
But the thing is, it does matter. I don’t want anyone else touching that smooth skin but me. Besides, if anyone is going to get the advantage of moving her around the dance floor while she suffers through the balls, it’s going to be me.
Trevor chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Abby blinks up at me as though she’s completely confused as to why I care. I can start working on that perception problem right now. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I’m not sharing this hot little body with anyone.” She lets out a little gasp, swaying a bit. I grip her, pressing my hard cock against her stomach. “I don’t think I can wait much longer for you.”
Her breathing kicks up and she rises onto tiptoes to get closer, resting her hands on my shoulders. “Please…”
The soft, pleading tone in her voice makes my chest tighten. She is the sweetest. I bury my nose in the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. One I can’t identify but am addicted to. “Please what?”
“You know,” she says haltingly into my ear.
Oh, I do know, but I want her to say it. Own it. “No, tell me.”
She huffs out a breath.
“Tell me,” I say, my voice soft and encouraging. “I want to hear the words from those pretty lips.”
She tenses against me, before whispering, “Fuck me.”
I am overcome with a visceral need to mark her as mine. My fingers play over the base of her spine. “Are you still wet for me?”
She nods, her soft brown hair tickling my cheek.
“Then come with me.” I pull away and shift my attention to Trevor’s knowing grin. “We’ll see you later.”
Trevor laughs. “You always did have the devil’s luck.” He nods at Abby. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” And before she can say more, I pull her through the crowd, walking slow enough so she won’t drop the balls, but with enough purpose no one approaches me.
This game has come to an end. I want her right this second and don’t intend on waiting.
Blood pounds through my veins as I lead her outside. Without a word, I walk in between two buildings and down a dark, private corridor. When we’re far enough away from the people loitering in front of the bar, I push her up against the wall and slant my mouth over hers.
She groans, flinging her arms around me with abandon. Throwing everything she has into the kiss in that way she has that drives me crazy.
Our tongues tangle. I fist her hair to hold her in place while I wreak havoc.
The need to possess her, to mark her, storms through me and I don’t fight it. I want her with no doubts about my desire.
I crush my body to hers, gripping her hips tight and rocking her along the length of my cock. “I need you now.”
Her back bows. “Yes.”