Page 167 of The Heart You Kept

Why would he have looked at his watch? Unless….

Oh my god, does that mean…Edward is coming.

The tantric beat of the music echoes through the club as we dance for our lives.

Blurred colors, flashing disco lights and way too many cocktails.

It’s late, and even though I thought he was coming, he never showed.

Edward Prescott is still in London.

Thomas is dancing with some hot woman, they’re making out as they dance. His hands are roaming up and down her body and damn. “I think he’s giving it away for free tonight,” Helene yells over the music.

I laugh out loud and feel two hands snake around my ass from behind.

“Don’t.” I pull away from the hands and am snapped backward until I slam against a hard body. I spin to see Edward, towering above me and wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt that fits perfectly over his large muscular body.

Excitement screams through my every cell.

His eyes are dark and they drop to my breasts and then back up to my face.

Oh no you don’t, you don’t get to ignore me for a week and then turn up here like a rock star.

“We are not on speaking terms,” I tell him.

He grabs my hand and puts it on his crotch, he’s hard as a rock beneath. “Suits me, who needs words when you have this.” He flexes beneath my hand and unable to help it I cup him as we stare at each other. If the last four hours of being in this club has taught me anything, it’s that we will never work out. We come from two completely different worlds. But….

One last time….

As his eyes hold mine he puts his hand around my throat and pulls me to him and kisses me. His tongue swipes through my open mouth with a darkness that only he can deliver. His grip is near painful, my air running out.

Lord have mercy….

“We’re leaving,” he growls.

If I could answer, I would. But his tongue gliding across my lips has stolen my ability to form a sentence.

He takes my hand in his and turns and pulls me through the club, I glance back at my two friends who are watching wide-eyed.

Arghhhhhh!

What is happening right now?

I look over to see Theodore watching, he throws his head back and laughs hard.

Oh crap, I’m so pathetic.

One chokehold and this asshole has me in a chokehold…. Literally.

He pulls me through the club but instead of heading to the door we came in through he leads me to the other side of the room to another door. The doorman nods as he opens the door. “Mr. Prescott.”

“Hi.”

We walk through and are met by elevator doors. He hits the button and slams me up against the wall and lifts my leg around his waist. He kisses me hard, our teeth clash and damn it, this man is fire.

Arghhh!

The elevator doors open and he pushes me in and again pins me to the wall as we kiss. The electricity between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt. His hands are all over me, up and down my thighs, over my ass.