Chapter 17 #2
“As sweet as that is, My, I’m six foot five and built like a brick shithouse. I can take care of myself. Promise.” I leaned down to say quietly in her ear, “Do I have permission to touch you like I would if we were really together?”
The sound of her breath catching went straight to my dick.
I felt her nod and then heard her whispered yes.
Anticipation thrummed through me as I brushed my lips against the side of her neck. Then another and another until her head fell back to let me kiss her throat. Her fingers curled into my T-shirt, and I felt the shiver that rippled through her.
Oh fuck.
Sliding my hands down her waist, I cupped her arse and began to sway my hips to the music.
Lifting my head from her throat, Maia met my heated gaze as she met the beat with her own hips.
Abruptly, my mind flashed to her riding me, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted on cries of pleasure as our hips met, grinding together, me thrusting up into her.
All the hot blood coursing through my body traveled south.
Her lips parted as my hardness became evident.
“Fuck. Couldn’t help it. But I can back off,” I forced out gruffly.
Her eyes grew hooded and she shook her head, pressing deeper into me as she slid a hand around my nape. “Damage control,” she whispered before she pulled my head toward her.
As our lips met, I squeezed her arse and groaned into the kiss as she whimpered.
Her tongue touched mine and I swear I exploded into a raging fire.
I let go of her arse to cup the back of her head, to hold her to me so I could kiss her like she was my next breath.
Everything about this woman was right. The taste, the feel, the smell.
She was my match. The missing fucking piece.
Unbelievably, she kissed me back with the same hunger, the same desperation I felt.
It was wet and sexual and undeniably the best fucking kiss of my life.
I was vaguely aware of wolf-whistling, but it was the hard smack on my back that had me reluctantly releasing Maia. She panted for breath, her lips swollen, her lipstick smudged, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with arousal.
Bloody hell.
I turned to glare at the intruder and found Callan grinning at me.
“You two are going to get us kicked out.”
“Facts.” Beth pushed into his side, pretty eyes dancing with laughter. “I’m surprised Maia isn’t pregnant from that kiss.”
Before I could let that go to my head, Callan’s expression transformed to something more serious as he leaned in. “A lot of cameras on you, mate.”
Shit. I looked up and found Callan was right. A bunch of clubbers were filming us. I nodded at my friend and protectively pulled Maia closer. Callan and Beth melted away into the crowd on my periphery. I only saw My.
Her fingers moved over my mouth. “Lipstick,” she explained as she wiped it off.
“I’m going to need a minute before you step back.” My voice was hoarse with need.
“Oh.” She bit her lower lip with a shy understanding that was so sexy, I was pretty sure I was never getting out of the club without a hard-on.
“Just try not to …” I waved a hand, palm out, over her face. “Be you, right now.”
Maia let out a bark of laughter. “What am I supposed to be?”
“Not so bloody gorgeous inside and out,” I grumbled.
“Hmm.” She let go of me but didn’t move away. Instead, she stuck her fingers inside her cheeks, pulled her mouth apart, and stuck out her tongue as she cocked her eyes.
It was my turn to laugh in surprise. “What the fuck are you doing?”
She waggled her tongue at me.
“Weirdly, that isn’t helping my situation.”
Maia dropped her hands but only to lean into me as she cackled with laughter, her tits pressing into me.
I grinned as I stroked her waist. “Not helping either.”
She beamed up at me, so beautiful it hurt. “I don’t know how to help, then.”
Glancing around, I saw Beth and Callan dancing all sexy and into each other.
Since the moment Beth came back into Callan’s life, she was all he could see.
There wasn’t anyone else for him. I finally understood the feeling.
However, the lucky bastard could prod his cock into his fiancée’s arse as much as he wanted while they danced.
My gaze swung past them to see Ainsley was all over some redheaded lassie and beside her was John with the blond from upstairs.
I whistled between my fingers and every single one of my companions looked at me.
I gestured to John. He appeared annoyed but came over. “What is it?”
“Switch places with My.”
He looked incredulous. “Fuck off. People are filming you, dude. I’m not ending up in the tabloids under the headline SECRET GAY ROMANCE IN SCOTTISH FOOTBALL.”
I laughed because it was funny, but John moved to leave so I grabbed his arm, my eyes darting pointedly south.
“Seriously, mate. Just stand in front of me until I get things under control. I don’t want this situation in the tabloids either.
SCOTTISH FOOTBALLER CAN’T CONTROL HIS DICK AROUND HIS FIANCéE isn’t a headline I think Maia will enjoy. ”
John shook his head in mock disappointment. “What are you? Fourteen?”
Maia was in a flood of giggles at my predicament.
“Everything she does makes me hard.” I shrugged unapologetically.
At that, Maia’s head whipped toward me, her laughter dying. Her expression slackened. “Seriously?”
Why deny it? “Seriously.”
“You’re pathetic.” John huffed but gently moved Maia aside to step in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. “The gaffer naked in a sauna with Baumann.”
“That’s just cruel.”
“Your grandmother doing the nasty with your grandfather.”
“Hey, keep it respectful. Though, that is working.” I gestured for him to continue. “Right, next.”
“Your mom and the gaffer.”
“That’s uncalled for.”
“In the sauna with Baumann and a tub of Marmite …” He continued on in graphic detail until I wanted to be sick. And it worked like a charm. Any sexy feelings I had were obliterated.
“Oh, enough. That was overkill. I think I’m scarred.” I narrowed my eyes on my friend. “You are one disturbed Canadian.”
John chuckled, not disagreeing.
I shot a look over his shoulder at Maia who was dancing but also eyeing me in that curious, searching way she’d started to do recently.
As if she might be beginning to wonder if I’d been into her all along.
It was about time she began to believe it.
My blood started to heat again. “Fuck. I’m getting a drink. ”
John smacked me on the shoulder as we turned toward the bar. Then he gripped my neck to pull me toward him so he could whisper, “You haven’t fucked her yet.”
I jerked back from him.
John shook his head with a sigh. “Secret is safe with me.”
“John—”
He waved me off and headed back to his blond.
Shit.