The blue in his eyes was positivelymolten. They dipped to my lips, then back up to my eyes, challenging me. Testing me to see if I’d do it.
But I could never back down from a challenge. And he fucking knew it. That was why he threw it out there. Because either way, he’d win. I’d either climb over him, and he’d enjoy that so fucking much, or I’d sit here and his hand would stay on me.
Well. I was completely screwed.
You know what? Fuck it.
I cut a glance at Marco and Kimi. “Don’t look if you don’t want to be flashed.” They both turned red in the face, glancing at Callum, but I intentionally didn’t look at him. I wouldn’t give him that much power, thinking I cared that I was going to flash our friends because my dress was so short. It just took everything in me tonotlook.
I twisted in the booth, rising up on my knees, then swung one leg over him so I was straddling him, hands clamping down on the wood of the booth behind his head. His hands locked around my waist the second I climbed over, squeezing possessively.
I was supposed to pass. Not pause. But the second my thighs bracketed his, I felt him. Hard. Pressed right where I wanted him most, only thin fabric and a bad decision separating us. I froze when a rush of moisture flooded between my thighs.
And his gaze? Fuck.He looked like he wanted to fuck me right there.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and yeah, he was as gone as I was.
But still fuck him, and fuck me, too. I wanted to stay right here, but we were in public, and he wasn’t getting his way that easily.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to his ear, ready to say something when his hands squeezed my waist, holding me still. The words died on my tongue when he turned his face so our lips were almost touching.
“Say the word, and I’ll make you come in my lap with every pair of eyes in this club watching,” he murmured, voice shredded and deadly. I rolled my hips once, unable to ignore my body’s needs any longer, and whimpered from the friction. He hissed, the muscle in his jaw ticking, and I loved that I wasn’t the only feral one between us.
Callum’s large, impossibly veiny hands slid down my hips and over the tops of my thighs, thumbs extending to brushing my inner thighs.Oh no.
He growled in approval, shifting forward. I could feel his breath against my collarbone, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain. “See? Melting.”
This was way too erotic for a public space. And just when I was about to cave and tell him to take me somewhere private, the raucouslaughter of Morel’s group behind us broke through the haze that had settled between us.
“I hope you think about me tonight when you’re in bed. I know you’re not thinking of anyone else these days, or you wouldn’t be here acting like you’re going to burn the whole place down,” I said.
I climbed off him, rising on unsteady feet and ignoring Marco and Kimi, who were snickering and elbowing each other like the complete idiots they were. Callum’s eyes were hooded as he looked at me through his lashes.
Hitching a thumb over my shoulder, I said, “Pit chasers are that way. Take your pick and have fun, boys.”
I didn’t have to look back to know he was watching. Devouring. Mentally undressing me again with every step I took.
I barely made it ten steps before I heard him behind me. His footsteps were fast and determined as I made a beeline for the bathrooms so I could have a moment to myself. He caught up to me quickly—these damn heels slowing me down at the worst possible time.
“Don’t,” I hissed under my breath, not even turning around.
He didn’t listen, because the moment we passed the dark hallway leading to the bathrooms, his hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me sideways out of view and into a shadowy corner. The bass of the music vibrated against the walls. The light was dim, the corridor empty.
Before I could protest, he grabbed my hands and slammed both my palms against the wall so I was caged in and pinned beneath his grip. His chest pressed against my back, his breath scorching hot on my neck, his fingers weaving between mine.
“You really think I’m gonna let you walk away like that?” he growled. "Grind in my lap, tease me in public, then fucking vanish?"
I huffed. "You told me to."
Callum let go of one of my hands to brush my hair over one shoulder, then ran his nose along the curve of my neck. His hand returned to mine to keep me under his control. I dropped my head back, desire coursing through me, rampant like a wildfire. "You put on a show, Dubois. That wasnotwhat I told you to do."
I grinned diabolically. "Should've tried saying it in French."
He froze. "That smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble."
“Let go,” I gasped. I sounded breathless and weak—the opposite of my pulse.
“You don’t want me to.” His hips pressed into my ass. There was no mistaking the rock-hard bulge against me. My stomach flipped violently and my breasts felt heavy.Mon Dieu, I wanted this man so badly. “Not after that little stunt.”
