Page 16 of Playing Mr. Perfect

“Get in here, you wicked thing.” He tugs me to him.

We’re swaying and grinding, our hands roaming, eyes trained on each other. His touch sears through my clothing, and the music pulses beneath my skin. The sexually charged atmosphere magnifies every sensation. When “Play with Fire” comes on, he holds me tight against him, our hands on each other’s asses, our hips grinding. He brushes his lips over mine, electrifying me all the way down to my toes. Time moves in a blur of want and need as one song bleeds into another until I’m dangerously close to ripping this man’s clothes off right here on the dance floor.

I force myself to take a step back. “I, um…” I’m breathing hard. My brain won’t function. “I need a minute.” I hurry off the dance floor, making a beeline for the ladies’ room.

I push through the bathroom doors, blinded by the bright lights. I pace, trying to calm my racing heart. I run my hands under cold water and wet a paper towel, pressing it to the back of my neck, trying to cool off. But this isn’t just heat from dancing. My body is an inferno of desire. I’ve never felt anything like it. I toss the paper towel in the trash and look in the mirror. My hair is tousled, my cheeks are flushed, and I look as hot and bothered as I feel.

Who is this wanton woman?

Okay, Pepper. Think rationally.

Yes, it feels good to want and be wanted, but this is not you.

Some rebellious part of me fights that, but I work hard to squash it. After a few deep breaths and a long-winded pep talk, I feel a little more in control. I head out of the ladies’ room and nearly crash into Clay. We’re alone again in the dimly lit hallway.

“Everything okay?” His fingers wrap around mine.

My nipples tighten with awareness as he closes the small gap between us. My back hits the wall, the beat of the music vibrating through it, competing with the hammering of my heart. “Uh-huh,” I manage as the rational part of my brain battles with the needy woman being enveloped by his masculine scent.

“You sure?” His thick thighs press against me, caging me in with his big body.

“Better now,” that needy woman says, earning a devilish grin.

“Good.” His hard length presses into my stomach, and he threads his fingers into my hair. “I know you’re a private person.” He skims his teeth along my jaw, sending prickles of heat through my core. I close my eyes, savoring in the sensation. His lips brush over mine, soft as a feather, as he says, “This is what I really wanted to do out there.”

His mouth comes coaxingly down over mine in a slow, sensual kiss. He doesn’t press his body harder into mine, and I know he’s giving me a chance to change my mind. Rational thinking be damned, I want this night with him. I slide my arm around his waist and go up on my toes, hungrily returning his efforts. He growls in appreciation, and the sexy sound unleashes something wild in me. He intensifies his efforts, his hands fisting in my hair, his tongue delving deeper, rougher, more possessively. Yes! This is what I want! We’re grinding and moaning, feasting on each other like ravenous animals. Our kisses go on and on, and when he tears his mouth away, I’m so caught up in us, I pull it back to mine. But he kisses me for only a minute before breaking our connection again. My eyes fly open, and the passion staring back at me has my knees weakening.

“Not here,” he says gruffly. “Unless you want your family and everyone else in this place to hear how thoroughly I’m going to pleasure you. Let’s get our jackets and get out of here.”

Chapter Five

Clay

Pepper tells the others she has a headache, and I offer to make sure she gets up to her room safely. We play it cool as we head to the elevator, but the second the doors close, we drop our jackets and devour each other, grinding and groping as the floors tick by. I’ve wanted her for so long, I feel like a fucking teenager, so damn greedy for her I can barely think straight. My hands are everywhere at once, on a mission to feel every lush curve. Her mouth is hot and sweet and so fucking willing, my dick aches to be inside it.

When the elevator stops on my floor, we reluctantly part, snag our jackets, and rush down the hall. Once inside my suite, I strip off her blazer between ravenous kisses and tear her shirt over her head. She’s pushing at my shirt, and I make quick work of taking it off. Her bra goes next, and I take a long lascivious look at her gorgeous tits and swollen lips.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“Me? Look at you. Those abs can’t be real.”

I laugh. “You think that’s impressive. Just wait till I take my pants off.”

She blushes a red streak, which makes her even more adorable. “Don’t be conceited when I’m half-naked.”

“Okay. I’ll save it for when you’re fully naked, but for what it’s worth, nothing is as impressive as that unstoppable smile of yours.”

Her gaze softens, and I can tell she finally believes me. That trust untethers me, and I bury my hands in her hair, angling her luscious mouth beneath mine, devouring her as her back meets the wall. We’re finally flesh to flesh, her taut nipples and soft breasts turning my skin to fire, but it’s nowhere near enough. I want to possess and pleasure all of her at once, but I can’t stop kissing her.

Keeping her mouth exactly where I want it with one hand, I palm her breast with the other and brush my thumb over her nipple. She moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I grit out, “Fuck,” and lower my mouth to her breast, teasing her nipple with my teeth and tongue, earning more sexy sounds. “So damn soft and gorgeous.”

She clings to me, moaning and arching. I want to strip her bare and lay her out where I can worship every inch of her, but I’m too impatient to cross the room to the couch or the bar or go into the bedroom. I suck her nipple to the roof of my mouth, and she cries out.

“Sorry,” I murmur against her skin.

“I like it,” she pants out.

I do it again, sucking harder, and she clings to me, her fingernails piercing my flesh.