She was right about that, and I could appreciate that it was impossible not to stare at the panty-melting specimen on stage. Jeans molded over muscular thighs. A tight, white T-shirt showcased every hard ridge of his torso and fit snug against his biceps. And that sleeve of tattoos? Fuck if I didn’t want to trace every line with my tongue before venturing to the parts hidden from view.
Then he opened his mouth, and I about damn near burst into flames.
His voice was sexy on a good day, but when he sang? Jesus, I wasn’t gonna make it out of this bar on my own power. He was going to have to carry me out of here because I was weak in the knees, and I wasn’t even standing.
A smirk crept onto my face, knowing that all the other women ogling my boyfriend had no clue how insanely talented he wasbetween the sheets. At this rate, it would be a miracle if I didn’t jump his bones before we made it home. And we all knew how well that had worked out the last time my horny brain won out over common sense.
Panting, I shucked my leather jacket, close to overheating.
When four sets of eyes landed on me with identical knowing looks, I waved them off, trying to play it cool. “What? It’s warm in here.”
I could tell they weren’t buying it as they bit back smiles, but I ignored them, focusing on the erotic show Sasha was putting on. When he licked his lips during a guitar solo, eyeing the swells of my breasts rising and falling rapidly with my ragged breathing, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was gonna pass out if I watched on any longer.
Standing suddenly, I cupped a hand beside my mouth to be heard, shouting to the ladies, “I need to use the restroom.”
Before any of them could offer to join me, I bolted for the back hallway, where a neon sign indicated the direction of my destination.
Pushing through the swinging door, I offered a tight smile to the woman washing her hands before stepping into a stall and sealing myself inside.
I flipped the lid down on the toilet before sitting, dropping my head between my knees.
Deep breaths. Yes, you’re dating the hottest man in the room, but you can’t rub up against him like a cat in heat until you get home. Pull yourself together.
Still flushed, I decided maybe a cool compress to the back of my neck might help calm me down enough to rejoin the group.
Unlocking the stall door, I pulled it open and gasped.
Propped against the wall of sinks, with his legs crossed at the ankle, was Sasha in all his sexy, sweaty glory.
Pressing a palm to my racing heart, I breathed out, “Wh-what are you doing in here? This is the ladies’ room.”
His blazing blue eyes scanned my form from head to toe, and he gripped the edge of the counter with a groan.
“Sasha?” My throat grew tight, the air in the room becoming so thick that I was almost afraid to breathe lest it suffocate me.
Instead of speaking, he lifted one hand, crooking a finger. As if pulled by a string, I floated toward him, my feet moving without conscious thought until I was close enough that he could reach out, anchoring one hand on my hip, the other cradling the back of my neck as he brought our bodies flush.
I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips when I felt his cock press against my belly. The hard ridge only served as a reminder of how much I’d wanted him before I came in here to try and talk my libido down.
Husky words were said in my ear. “Did you think you were gonna get away with eye fucking me in a crowded room full of my friends and faceless strangers?”
My fingers dug into his shoulders to remain upright.
His dark chuckle told me he knew exactly how he affected me.
“You made me hard in front of all those people, baby, taking off your jacket and putting these tits on display.” He slid the hand from my hip over my waist until he had one spandex-covered breast cradled in his palm. When he brushed a thumb over the distended nipple, my head dropped back, and if he hadn’t had a firm grip on me, I might’ve slumped to the floor.
Holding me steady, he nipped the bud through the fabric before sucking it deep into his mouth. Automatically, my fingers threaded through the loose strands of his hair, clutching him to me, silently demanding more.
“I’m not gonna make it until we get home,” he confessed as he lifted his head.
I was already reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, pushing it over his abs. “Me neither.” He lifted his arms, allowing me to remove the garment.
After unbuttoning the fly of my jeans, I dragged them down until they reached my ankles, and I discarded them along with my kicked-off boots.
A normal person would ask if the door was locked, but I was too far gone to care. Lust was in the driver’s seat now, and I was simply a passenger, along for the ride.
Sasha’s eyes flared when he caught sight of me, clad only in the form-fitting bodysuit that did wonders for cinching my waist, giving me a more pronounced hourglass figure. That’s when I realized he’d been watching my strip show while making no moves to remove any more of his clothing.
