But he didn’t, his restraint more than I’d imagined, yet as soon as the song was complete, he pulled away, sliding his gaze down the length of me. As he’d done before, he took my hand into his, leading me from the dance floor.
I sensed he had an agenda, confirmed when he led me through the crowd to a set of stairs leading to a balcony. There were several sprinkled throughout the club. Within seconds, two of the goons protecting him fell in behind him as if in formation. Navarro remained silent as he led me up the stairs.
There was no one else on the platform. This would be the perfect location for following through with my intended purpose except the third soldier was already waiting. He’d brought our drinks, the preplanned destination what Navarro had commanded.
The other two guards now stood at the top of the stairs, their backs turned and their intention clear to see. They were required to prevent anyone from interrupting us.
Navarro didn’t waste any time, walking me backward toward the wall behind six private tables. I barely had time to slide my clutch onto one of them. I offered a playful look as I wrapped my hand around his shirt. Why not allow him to believe he was getting satisfaction tonight?
That would be all my pleasure.
He planted one hand on the wall next to my head, his chest rising and falling as if with excited anticipation. There was no hesitation, the ruthless man lowering his head and pressing our lips together.
A swell of hunger and need swept through me. Unwanted.
Unneeded.
His touch was threatening my resolve.
The kiss was as powerful as the man, his lips soft and inviting. I gathered a taste of bourbon on his lips as he crushed them over mine. All the noise, the music, and the world around us faded into the distance as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth. My pulse increased even more when he brushed the back of his other hand down my side, lingering by my breast.
He rubbed the tip of his thumb back and forth across my nipple before continuing his moment of exploration. I was shocked at our connection, and even more so that I was allowing the closeness. This wasn’t what I’d intended, but there was no way of stopping the man. Tingles erupted through every muscle as he swept his hand under my dress.
Something in the back of my mind told me I should stop him, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was lightheaded, still angry with myself even as he curled his fingers around the hem of my dress, lifting it until he was easily able to slip his hand underneath.
The thrill as he slipped a single finger past the thin lace of my thong disrupted my intense thoughts. In another moment of betrayal, I opened my legs even wider, allowing him to flick his finger back and forth across my clit. As the heated kiss continued, he teased and tormented my sensitive nub, bringing me close to the edge then pulling away.
With the buzz of pleasure so intense, I was losing track of my intentions. He pulled away long enough to drag his tongue around my lips before moving to my neck. When he bit down on my earlobe, I shuddered visibly.
“As wet as you are beautiful. A dangerous combination for a man like me.” His words were whispered, sensual in a way thatshould allow me to easily melt in his hold. I gripped his arm with one hand, willing the rollercoaster of sensations away.
But they refused to comply, the arc of pleasure turning into a powerful wave of ecstasy. The moment my breath caught in my throat, his mouth had captured mine once again.
I was forced to dig my fingers into his muscular forearm to keep myself upright, moaning into the moment of intimacy as I did.
The climax was incredible, more intense than I’d felt before. My body shuddered uncontrollably, my skin becoming almost feverish from the rush of vibrations.
I was cognizant of my nerves, the sick anticipation of what I’d come here to accomplish forced into the forefront of my mind. Nothing would stop me from killing him, especially his veiled attempt at keeping me under control.
When he pulled his hand free, he backed away from the kiss, taking the time to roll the tip of his slickened finger across the seam of my pursed lips. A smile curled on his handsome face as he slipped the long digit inside, forcing me to lick my own juices off his skin. He held my rapt attention with a gaze so intense I couldn’t look away.
He pulled his finger free, dragging his tongue down it and chuckling just as darkly as he’d done before. “Very sweet, as I knew you’d be.”
I offered a smile, controlling my nerves as I eased my hand down my dress while pretending to remain under his spell.
But all good things had to come to an end. While he was only paying attention to the sweet taste of my juice, I ripped theknife used to desecrate my sister’s painting from the leg holster, jamming the blade against his jugular.
For the first time in my life, I finally felt as if I was in control.
CHAPTER 3
Navarro
Danger wielded excitement.
Something my father had taught me as a young boy. For the most part, he’d been right. Perhaps that’s why my cock remained at full attention even though a beautiful female assassin had the sharp tip of a blade shoved against my neck.
I’d never seen an attractive serial killer before, but that’s exactly what she looked like.
