Page 24 of Spurred On

“Weren’t you?”

“I was getting to know him.”

“Not what it looked like.”

“Hardly matters. It’s none of your business.”

“It is my business.”

“It’s hardly the point. Besides which, what were you thinking, serving Logan up to Tibby on a silver platter?”

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“But it did.”

“I was distracted.”

Something in his tone caught her attention. “By what?”

“How am I supposed to focus? Watching you flirt with men all night long?”

She cocked a brow. “I thought that was the point of this party.”

“You know damn well it’s not.”

“Then what is it?”

He stared at her. God, she was magnificent. He couldn’t help himself. He cupped her cheeks and brought her closer.

Her eyes widened. Her nostrils flared. Something that might have been fear, or excitement, flashed over her features. “Is this your kiss?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” he said. “This is my kiss.” And his mouth closed on hers.

It was glorious. Not just her taste or her heat or the little sound she made, a muffled cry of surprise or delight.

She responded.

Responded.

Like a wildcat in heat.

It was delicious, delightful, delirious. He felt his sanity reeling, receding.

“Because if this is your kiss,” she murmured against his lips, “you should know that—”

“Shut up,” he growled. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

And she did. Holy fuck. She did.

As he deepened the kiss, walking her farther into the shadows, she fisted her fingers in his hair and kissed him back. It was a savage exchange. As though they’d both been starving for this and simply couldn’t get enough.

They hit the wall. He barely noticed, except for a flare of satisfaction that he now had leverage. And he used it.

He pressed into her, glorying in the feel of her curves against his angles. That she rubbed against him, arched into his erection, made his mind spin. An insane need coiled within him. A need to taste her . . . everywhere.

Madly, he worked his way over her cheek to her earlobe and nuzzled her there. He remembered. Oh, he remembered. And yes, she went a little wild, moaning and tipping her head to give him more room to work.

She loved it when he nibbled on her neck. He knew, because of the way she sank her nails into his shoulders. Slowly, he began unbuttoning her blouse with nerveless fingers. But it didn’t take long for him to find his way beneath the fabric and curve his hand around the full, warm weight of her breast.