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Security immediately moved in front of them, and a few jumped down. At first, she assumed they were trying to break it up, but it seemed the polar opposite. The last thing she saw was one of the men slamming his fist into a rowdy bystander.
“Oh shit,” she muttered.
She felt Trey’s finger loop through her belt strap, and his palm and fingers splayed over her back just above her ass. There was too much commotion, and it took her a few seconds to realize she was being ushered away. Dahlia was forced to turn and duck past a wall. It was a darker area, with only the light from the main arena illuminating the stairs.
Trey looked over her head, lifted his chin, and stepped back, making a path for her to move past the stairs and behind the wall. It was dark, with only the shadows from the main light streaming in. He hadn’t let go of her as she stepped into the darkness. But she went willingly.
On her third step, he tightened his grip and maneuvered her back against the wall, stopping in front of her. She glanced up, but he was focused on the arena area. This man was beautiful. He was everything. A sculpted face with harsh lines that only accentuated his features. A square jaw, almond-shaped dark eyes, and lashes for days. There was a reason she couldn’t quite shake every interaction with him. She licked her lips and inched closer, swallowing the knot in her throat with his admission playing over in her mind. Because I wanted to fuck you.
It wasn’t the best timing, but she said it anyway.
“Do you still want to fuck me, Trey?” Dahlia reached out, placing her hands on his stomach. Even through his shirt, she felt the outline of his abs. Her hands skimmed over his stomach to his pants button. He grabbed her wrists tightly, forcing her arms over her head, pressing them against the wall. She felt one of his hands clutch both wrists together.
That move only got her wet. Panties fucking drenched.
His actions were saying no, but his eyes were screaming yes. Trey stepped closer, pressing his body against hers, and he angled his head just as she craned her neck. So close.
“Dahlia.” He growled, tightening his hold.
“Trey,” she whispered.
His mouth came down on hers hard, relentless, his lips sliding over hers. Kissed, like she’d never been kissed before. There was too much passion, too much want, and beyond all that, so much need. Just from one kiss.
Dahlia struggled to move her arms. I want to touch you. But Trey tightened his hold, pressing her deeper against the wall, slipping his tongue past her lips and dipping into her mouth. Tasting her.
Holy fuck!
It took Dahlia a minute to comprehend what was even happening. His hand spread across her throat, his lips moved over hers, and his tongue speared into her mouth, tangling with her own. Her mind was hazy as she felt his body press up against her. She hooked her foot around his knee, urging him closer.
She’d thought of this moment a hundred times over, and not one dream lived up to the reality. Dahlia struggled against his hold on her arms, and finally he relented, releasing her. She didn’t waste any time. She curled closer, testing the waters with a light touch against his chest. Again, another reality that outshined her imagination. She spread her hands over his pectorals, feeling the definition under her fingertips. The only thing better would have been no dress shirt. She wanted to touch his bare skin. Touch all of him.
“Trey,” she muttered against his lips and dug her nails into his chest.
I want more.
Dahlia wanted everything, and all of him.
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What the fuck am I doing?
It was a question he rarely asked himself. With good reason. Trey didn’t do destructive, take unnecessary risks, and certainly never gave in to any temptation. Until now.
Her soft moan had him tightening his hold over her throat. Not hard enough to hurt, just keeping her exactly where he wanted her. As her hands wrapped around his waist, he regretted letting her wrists go. He should have kept them pinned against the wall, unable to touch him. It would have been the safest move to combat his temptation. Dahlia’s touch was only increasing his desire and his need to take it one step further.
Never in his life had he thrown control out the door and surrendered to exactly what he wanted. Her fingers slipped under his jacket, and her nails dug into his back, urging him closer. Distance was key if he had any hope of stopping. Rational thoughts were quickly fading, immediately replaced by his primal instinct to rip up her skirt, tear off her panties, pull down his pants, and fuck her right here.
Fuck!
Her tongue glided over his lips before sliding into his mouth once again. Trey had never been a huge fan of kissing. The intimacy was mere foreplay, and he didn’t get off on it. Until now. Her soft lips were like kryptonite. Soft and sweet, even with the taste of stale beer, she was perfection. And he couldn’t get enough. He dipped his tongue past her lips, feeling the vibrations of her moan. He knew he should pull away and end it, but he couldn’t find the strength. Just one more minute. One more taste.
No!
He tore his mouth from hers, and her heavy breath tickled his ear. End this! There was no other option, though Trey was struggling with what he needed to do versus what he wanted. And he wanted her.
“Trey.” Her voice was soft and hazy. And he got off on that, pressing his cock against her core only to hear her soft moan.
Fuck!
