“Yesss,” he moaned, before taking hold of my shoulders and running a leg up the side of mine to my hip. Then he leaned back and rocked his erection up against mine, and I struggled to hold him upright.
The music throbbed all around us, and as Benoit moved that sinful body against me, my cock became as hard as a steel pipe. Damn, this just might’ve been the best idea I’d had this entire trip. It was one of the most reckless, but I couldn’t find it in me to care with Benoit so close.
“Can’t dance, huh?” he shouted as I began to move with him to the music.
“I’m just following your lead,” I said, holding on to him, my only movements a direct response to the feel of his grinding against my dick.
“Well, I’ll take it. Youmovevery well,mon monstre.” He grabbed hold of the sweater and pulled himself up until our lips were inches apart. “Now stick your tongue in my mouth, would you, since I can’t very well have your cock out here on the dance floor.”
“Says who?” I growled, thinking about our exploits on the train.
I could shut this place down in less than ten minutes, but maybe the excitement from the train had been the audience, in which case…
I dug my fingers into his ass and hauled him up my body. “I can have it in you in seconds—just say the word.”
Benoit crossed his ankles at my lower back and rolled his hips forward. “I don’t think so. You dragged me out here, so before you getthat, I getthis.”
He crushed his mouth to mine. I wanted any part of him I could get, and if this taste was all I would get, then I was going to take it.
I tangled my tongue with his, teasing and tasting every inch of him—and judging by his harder, faster thrusts, he was enjoying me as much as I was him. I nipped at his lower lip and started to kiss my way down his neck, uncaring of the people around us, oblivious to any kind of danger that might be near. In that moment, if someone had taken me out, I would’ve gone with a smile.
Benoit slowly leaned backward, letting his hold on the ends of the sweater slip until he was leaning back from me at a horizontal angle, showing off the strength in his abs and that spectacular fucking body.
Jesus Christ.What was hedoingto me?
I wasn’t the kind to grind on a dance floor, and I certainly wasn’t the kind to let someone grind all over me. But as he righted himself and then slid those long legs down my body, I knew I’d dance with him here until the sun came up if that was what he wanted.
“You’re so damn sexy,” I said, and reached for the back of his neck, dragging him forward. Then I leaned in and licked a path from his neck up to his ear. “Sweaty, sexy, and all fucking mine.”
Benoit turned his head and bit at my bottom lip, tugging on it as he slipped his hands under my shirt. “Undo this.”
With my eyes on his I unbuttoned the material, but with his sweater around my shoulders, the shirt stayed in place. That didn’t seem to bother Benoit, though, as he slid his hands up my body and pushed it out of his way. Then he dipped his head and dragged his tongue over my nipple.
“Fuck,” I said as he aimed his eyes up at me and I grabbed the back of his hair. “Don’t be a tease.”
Benoit licked his lips and then went back to doing just that. He flicked that nimble tongue over the tip and then took it between his teeth and bit down hard.
I twisted my fingers in his hair and dragged that tortuous mouth away from me.
“Careful,” I warned, but he merely smiled and moved to my other side, giving that nipple the same treatment, all the while making my dick jealous of the attention. I tipped my head back as the blue lights flashed around us, letting him kiss his way further down my body.
I knew we should stop. The train was one thing—a controlled environment where I could see my surroundings and had a door between us and the rest of the world, and any potential threats. But out here there was no divide, and when his hand went to the button of my pants, I stopped him.
I glanced down and saw the question in his eyes. “Not here.”
Benoit pouted but nodded, and when he spun around to back up into me, a dancer from the crowd stopped moving and started to stare…at Benoit.
What the fuck?
I was about to muscle past him and tell the gawking creep to keep moving, but then a smile split his lips and he walked right up to Benoit and said, “Gabriele?”
Gabriele?My entire body froze, including my feet, as Benoit looked up. Who the hell was this guy, and why was he calling BenoitGabriele?
As the strange man opened his arms and pulled Benoit into an embrace, Benoit’s entire body tensed and he reared back. Every thought about who this guy was and what was going on left my brain in that instant and was replaced with a possessiveness I had no right feeling.
“Let him go,” I barked, and shoved the stranger back from Benoit.
He reached for his shoulder and rubbed it, a frown forming between his brows before he looked back to Benoit, who stood silent beside me.
