Her reaction could have gone either way, but when Gage saw the wild look of arousal in her eyes, he knew he could show her exactly how he was feeling with his mouth and hands.
“Rylee …” he whispered.
Her mouth collided with his before he had a chance to say anything more. It was forceful and hungry, and Gage responded in kind. He kept one hand on her thigh, squeezing it and moaning, while the other tangled itself in her waves. Rylee groaned against his lips, parting for him, panting with an urgency that made Gage hard as a brick beneath his pants.
She pulled them apart forcefully, wiping her lips with a sexy smirk on her face. Gage was out of breath, too, dazzled by the spectacular woman who was turning his body into jelly. She grabbed the hand on her thigh and then stood from the booth.
“Dance with me,” she said.
Gage knew at that moment that he would follow her to the ends of the earth. He let her pull him up from the booth and through the torrents of people dancing to a slow, sensual beat. Once they arrived in the middle of the floor, Gage followed her lead.
Rylee raised her hands over her head and began swaying her hips back and forth. She moved them in a hypnotic circle to the rhythm of the erotic sounds, inching closer to him. He took her gently by the hips, his cock twitching and his bear begging him to just take her right then and there.
Rylee spun around and continued to sway her hips. She raised hands wrapped around Gage’s head, running her fingers through his hair. She arched her back against him, so her tits popped out from her chest, looking magnificent in the fluid swimming light. He was at the perfect angle to stare down her chest, and he had a feeling that Rylee knew that.
Gage let himself be in the moment, which was a rare occasion. His hands, which had been on her hips, glided over to the front of her thighs as she propped up her ass, that tasty peach rubbing against his hard-on. He felt himself begin to lose control when she began pushing harder against him, rolling in a circular, sensual movement.
There must have been fifty to sixty people in the club, but not a single one of them mattered to Gage or Rylee. Gage felt like a spotlight could shine down on them, highlighting their carnal ecstasy, and it wouldn’t change a thing. He moved his hands farther down her thighs and felt her scalding heat between her legs pouring forth like a waterfall.
Gage leaned his mouth down to her neck. He felt confident enough to place a light, fluttery kiss against where her shoulder aligned to her neck. She leaned harder against him as goosebumps bloomed, a clear indication of her arousal.
Rylee had her eyes closed, lost in the music and the ease of his touch. Gage felt his cock pressing into her ass, and he knew he was going to have to take her that night. Wherever it happened to be, he didn’t care. He just needed her more than he needed the very air they breathed.
Gage moved his mouth over her neck and then traced his tongue along her ear. He felt her tremble, and a little gasp whispered out of her when he bit lightly on the lobe. He growled into it, his hands moving closer and closer to her throbbing core.
“Fuck, I want you so badly,” he murmured.
Gage watched as she smiled, her red lips standing out in the dark like the most tempting sin. She continued to writhe against him, responding to his touch the way the moon graces the sea. If they continued like this, Gage felt like he could easily fire off into his pants. That’s how sexy she was.
He was thankful when the song ended, and she took a hand that was edging closest to her opening. Rylee spun around and looked at him with savage eyes.
“Fuck me then,” she said.
NINE
RYLEE
Rylee had no idea what was coming over her. The man was truly a walking sex toy, something that instantly got her buzzing and her nether regions all wet and wild. She had been bursting at the seams in the restaurant, and then in the club, she could finally get his hands on her.
The role of the night hunting vixen emerged the second he laid his hand on her thigh. She took over, pulling him onto the dance floor, lost in the rush of his touch and the music thumping through the room. She wanted to tease him with her body, to bring him so close to the edge that he couldn't take it.
But she ended up taking herself to the edge, admiring Gage’s ability to resist her and stay calm. She could feel his cock pressing against her through the thin fabric of her dress, so when the song finally ended, she decided to tap out completely.
“Fuck me then,” she said.
The look on Gage’s gorgeous face was utterly spellbinding, a sweet mix of shock and intrigue. She didn’t wait for his response. She took his hand that had been teasing her heat and pulled him through the crowd, eyes frantically searching for the bathroom.
Rylee felt her body melt with relief as she found the private bathroom, thankful that they had gone to a club that had them. She turned the knob fast and yanked Gage inside. He had the wherewithal to flip the sign on the door to “out of order.”
The bathroom was a generous size, but it didn’t matter. Rylee wanted him, and she wanted him so much that the clothing on her skin was starting to feel like ants crawling all over her.
Gage locked the door, then moved in fast to Rylee, pulling in her waist to meet his. She immediately yanked his head down to hers, meeting his lips ravenously. Her body was exploding for him in a way she had never felt before.
Rylee moaned against Gage as his hands wandered her body, settling just outside her hot insides. He pulled their mouths apart as he pushed past her dress with one hand, clutching the back of her neck as she arched forward for him.
“Is this what you want?” Gage snarled.
His blue eyes were bold and bright under the fluorescent lights, and they held Rylee in check as she felt his hands push the front of her panties aside and begin teasing the outside of her folds.