Chapter 22 #2
She leaned in to say something to the friend she had been talking to, patted him on the shoulder, and started around the bar.
On the way, she stopped to issue a warning to a group of men who, judging by the ball and chain around the neck of one of them, were apparently part of a bachelor party, signed something thrust in front of her by one of the employees, and consulted with a towering man who had to be one of the bouncers.
Standing next to him, Cat seemed almost fragile.
She appeared to be giving the big man some instructions.
After he had walked away, she continued on toward Ian.
He never took his eyes off her as she made her way around the bar. When she was finally standing right in front of him, he had to contain the urge to haul her into his arms and greet her properly.
She leaned in close so he could hear her when she spoke, and the dark, sexy scent he would recognize anywhere as hers engulfed him, making him instantly hard. “What’re you doing here? Not exactly your scene.”
He feigned offense. “I love this place.”
Her lips curled into a skeptical smile. “Then why haven’t I ever seen you here before?”
“You weren’t looking?”
“You’re full of it.”
He loved the way her warm breath felt against his skin as she spoke into his ear.
“How was the family thing?”
“Fun.” He hesitated for a second. “I missed you.” What the hell? Why not?
The comment seemed to rattle her.
“My parents surprised us by showing up.”
“All the more reason to stay away.”
He let his gaze wander down the front of her, coming to rest on breasts that were on prominent display under a snug T-shirt. “They liked Georgie and Tess.”
“They’re the kind of girls you bring home to Mom.”
“And you’re not?”
“The moms tend to be put off by the brow ring and tattoo.”
Wondering if that’s why she had them, he shrugged. “My mother has six sons. Not much fazes her.”
Her eyes widened. “Six?”
Ian smiled as he nodded and continued to fight the overwhelming desire to touch her.
She directed his attention to the fat wad of cash she had rolled into her fist. “I was heading up to the office. Want to come?”
So badly he ached. “Yeah,” he said, reaching for his wallet to pay for the beers.
She stopped him. “It’s on me,” she said with a signal to the bartender. Pointing to Ian, she made a writing gesture.
The bartender responded with a thumbs-up.
“Thanks,” Ian said. He followed her back the way he’d come in. Halfway down the long, dark hallway, she ducked through a door that led to a stairwell.
Using a key at the top of the stairs, she pushed open a heavy door and stepped into a large, cluttered space. One whole wall was a window that looked down over the club.
“My home away from home,” she said as she stashed the money in a safe behind her desk.
Cases of beer were stacked against one of the other walls, her desk was piled high with paper, and a screen saver on her computer provided the only light in the room.
When she reached for a switch on the wall, Ian took her hand before she could turn on a light, brought her into his arms, and captured her mouth for a deep, searing kiss.
Tongues met in a fierce battle, and when her teeth clamped down on his, Ian almost passed out from the surge of pure lust that streaked through him.
He scooped her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her arms around his neck.
Pressing her back against the window that overlooked the club, he broke the kiss. “One-way glass?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, pulling him in for another torrid kiss.
Long, passionate minutes passed before Ian came up for air. Planting his lips on her neck, he whispered, “I’ve needed this all day.”
“Mmm,” she sighed, tilting her head to encourage the attention he was paying to her neck.
“You, too?” he asked, hating his needy, hopeful tone.
“I liked finding you at my bar.”
The confession made him ridiculously happy. “There’s no chance of this window letting go, is there?”
“That would suck,” she joked, rotating her pelvis against his straining hard-on.
“Cat.”
“Ian,” she teased in the same tone as she bit down on his earlobe.
He was so painfully hard, he was afraid it would break right off if she kept pushing on it. “Does that door have a lock?”
He saw a moment of hesitation in her eyes that disappeared as fast as it had come. “Sure does.”
He let her slide down the front of him and, for the second night in a row, watched her slide a lock into place.
She turned back to him, and with a sexy, confident smile, she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it up and over her head. Her eyes locked on his, she unbuttoned her camouflage pants and let them slide into a puddle at her feet.
Ian’s hands rolled into fists at his side as he bit down on his lower lip to keep his tongue from hanging out of his face. Watching her strip for him was like having every fantasy he’d ever had come true all at once.
Her smile shifted from confident to tantalizing as she reached back to unhook her bra. She took it off and threw it at him.
Surprised, he caught it, felt the heat of her body in the soft cloth, and was certain he was going to explode any second.
As she sashayed toward him, Ian was paralyzed and terrified that she’d only have to touch him and he’d be done.
“You’re kind of overdressed for this party,” she whispered, inching his shirt up and over his head, her lips exploring each new bit of skin as she uncovered it. “Condom?”
“Wallet,” he managed to say.
Reaching into both back pockets and squeezing his ass, she removed his wallet and flipped it open.
He watched her smile fade when she encountered a photo of Rosie.
That would be something he could think about later, after he had slaked the burning desire.
Taking it from her, he found the condom and tossed the wallet on the floor with his shirt.
There was something highly erotic about getting naked in front of a window where hundreds of people who couldn’t see them gyrated to music they could feel but not hear.
Unbuttoning his shorts, she pushed them down and kneeled in front of him. “Cat,” he gasped as she took him into her mouth. No way would he survive this—not after the striptease. “Babe, wait.” He wove his fingers through her short hair. “I can’t . . .”
She sucked hard and skimmed her tongue over the tip.
His legs failing him, Ian leaned back against the window. This was going to be quick. “Cat.”
“Let go,” she whispered before she took him deep again. “Let it go.”
He closed his eyes tight against the pain and the pleasure of her hot, wet mouth sliding over him.
Cupping the back of her head, he held on as the climax slammed into him hard and fast. When it was over, he slid down the glass to the floor and gathered her into his arms. Her breasts were soft against his chest as her lips toyed with his nipple.
He was amazed to feel his dick stir to life again.
“Good?” she asked.
“So good I think I died for a minute there.”
“Do I need to give you CPR?”
“No, but some mouth-to-mouth might be in order.”
Smiling at his joke, she crawled up his chest to lock lips with him, and then suddenly they were rolling across the carpeted floor.
He cupped her breasts and bent to suck hard on her nipples.
As she squirmed under him, begging him with the rise and fall of her hips to hurry, he stopped long enough to locate the condom and roll it on.
Perched over her, he wanted to take it slow, to savor the sweet satisfaction of having her spread open beneath him. But she wanted fast. She wanted frantic. And she wanted it now. After what she had given him, he happily obliged. Since she had taken the edge off, he had plenty to give.
Long, deep strokes, the wet slap of his flesh against hers, the press of his body tight into hers.
He couldn’t believe it was possible to top the night before, but here on the floor of her office, with the flash of strobe lights from the club giving her skin a variety of rapidly changing hues, it was even better.
Dipping his head, he caught her nipple between his teeth and reached down to where they were joined to coax her. He felt her tighten around him and sucked hard on her nipple. Her legs fell open wider as the orgasm rolled through her in wave after wave of sensation.
She shrieked with pleasure, and rather than muffle it the way he had the night before, Ian let her scream, the soundproof room keeping the noise in as much as out.
He watched her face as she came back down to realize he wasn’t done yet. Not even close.