Chapter 7 #2
“I feel like I know the answer to this. But will you give me one more chance to prove I’m not that guy?” he asked.
She chewed on her lower lip, and it was the first thing he’d seen her do that revealed her nerves.
Even the night they’d met, she’d been cool and composed.
It was the first time he saw that she was real.
That underneath the sassy comebacks and quick smiles there was a hell of a lot more going on.
He had to fix this and leave, he thought.
“Until midnight,” he said.
That was his last offer. He liked her on a level that made no rational sense to him. She was a distraction, the last woman he should be chatting up, but at the same time, he couldn’t just walk away.
“Dance with me,” he said. “One dance, and if you still don’t want to give me another second, I’m out.”
“Dance with you? Isn’t that what I suggested?”
“It is, which is why I’m hoping you have an interest in either forgiveness or humiliating me on the dance floor.”
She shook her head. “I’m not like that.”
“Give me a chance to get to know you. I’ll stop saying dumb things...well, maybe that’s too big of an ask, but I’ll try to stop.”
She laughed, and he felt it all the way to his core. His racing vision left, and he was once again just a man sitting across from a gorgeous woman, knowing that if she said yes, he was one lucky bastard and he should work hard to not screw up anything else this evening.
“Yes.”
Marielle felt like she’d had too much to drink.
She knew she shouldn’t be dancing with him, not now.
Not after what he’d said. He’d shown her who he really was, and she had to remember that.
But it was too bad that her hormones hadn’t gotten the message.
She was still attracted to him. He had a sweet smile that was sensual at the same time.
It was his mouth. That damned perfectly formed mouth of his that had made her say yes.
Now she was swaying to the music under the strobe lights of the club, pressed close to him because of the crowd on the dance floor.
The energy was electric, and she felt it pulsing through every inch of her.
Inigo must too, she thought. He had his hand on her hip, and he undulated against her. He knew how to move.
She was trying to remember that he said stupid things, but honestly at this moment all she could think about was getting him alone and getting him naked again.
A part of her acknowledged that she wanted to walk away with the upper hand this time, not be the one left shattered by the morning after, but another part didn’t give a damn about any of that.
She was hot and horny, and she wanted this man.
Inigo was the only one who could satisfy her tonight, and after a long week where she definitely had more lows than highs, she was going to take what she wanted.
The music changed to an old Pitbull club song, and Inigo jumped in the air pumping his fist. He leaned over, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her into the curve of his body. “I love this song.”
She could tell. The beat was sensual and hot, Cuban beats with the Miami heat, and Inigo moved to the music like it was flowing through him.
His hands were soft on her hips, urging her to find the same movements as he had.
She stopped thinking, stopped analyzing and let the music consume her the way that it had Inigo.
She sank deeper into the curve of his body.
She felt his hips against hers and his hands sliding up and down her sides.
She felt the ridge of his erection grow against her and twisted her hips to rub against him.
She let her head fall backward so that her hair brushed against his shoulder, and she felt the warm exhalation of his breath against her neck a moment before his lips touched her skin.
She shivered with sensual delight, and it was all she could do not to grab his wrist and lead him to the VIP bathroom.
But she wasn’t that woman. Not tonight.
Or was she?
What was wrong with having fun and enjoying a moment like this one? She knew how rarely they came along.
She turned in his arms. His eyes were heavy lidded as he danced and watched her body. She put her hands around his shoulders and moved against him. Their eyes met, and she leaned up to kiss him. His mouth against hers was firm yet also soft at the same time. Better than she remembered.
How was that even possible?
His tongue rubbed against hers as he held her to him with a hand at her hip. They moved together to the music, and she knew she was never going to be able to just walk away from this man.
There was something about him that... Stop. She made her mind cancel that thought. This was a hookup—they could both walk away guilt-free and then get back to their real lives.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, then put his hands on either side of her face and leaned down, kissing her harder and deeper, sending a pulse of need and desire through her.
Her breasts felt heavier, needy, and her center was moist and aching for him.
She shifted to rub against his erection, and he broke the kiss again, this time putting his hands on her hips as he maneuvered them both through the crowded dance floor.
As soon as they were out of the throng of people, he led her to a quiet hallway and stood in front her, sheltering her body with his as he put one hand on the wall next to her head.
“I want to take you back to my place. No thinking about who we are or anything like that. Just us. One night only.”
She almost smiled at the way he was trying to be a good guy.
His erection was hard and rigid pressed against her hip.
His voice was raspy and raw with need. And he couldn’t stop touching her.
His finger rubbed up and down the column of her neck.
She stood there caught in the sensual web that they were both weaving around each other and knew there was nothing she could do but say yes.
“Where do you live?” she asked.
“Central Park West,” he said.
“I’m closer. Let’s go to my place,” she said.
“Perfect. I have a driver,” he said, moving his hand from the wall and reaching into his pocket, which drew her attention to his groin. She caressed him through the front of his pants as he hit a button on his phone and sent the message.
He groaned as she rubbed the tip of his erection, then took her hand in his. “I want to do this when we are alone and I can get you naked.”
“Me too,” she said. “I need my bag and then I can go.”
He led her back to the VIP area and stood by the velvet ropes as she went and grabbed her bag. Siobahn was gone, but there was a note from her friend on her phone that she’d come back if Marielle needed her to.
She texted she was good and didn’t mention Inigo. He was her dirty little secret tonight—just as she suspected she was his.