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The way she
’d melted against him when he kissed her was burned into his pores and memory. The little noises coming from her as he worked his mouth over hers… no man could maintain his sanity in the face of that. Not even one with
mostly
honorable intentions like him.

His kneejerk reaction to Tab
’s farce had been to shoot it down. But the more he’d listened to their agent’s reasons for the charade and Sam’s argument against it, he’d seen an opportunity he could use for his benefit. Tab had her endgame, and he had his. If he played this mockery just right, Heath might be able to persuade Sam to give them a shot. A real shot, not one put on for the band, the fans, or Tab, but because she liked him as more than a brother. Going too fast wouldn’t aid his end results.

Like a fool he
’d believed her when she claimed he kissed like Jase. Looking back he realized she’d been as enthralled as him, and he’d permitted her to wound his pride when she attempted to save face. The woman knew him, but she had yet to discover how persuasive he could be. Or how hard he could push when he wanted something as bad as he wanted her.

He wasn
’t even certain when he’d decided to make a full-on play for her. Sometime between the almost-kiss in the sex-store and Tab’s intervention. Sam was his. Plain and simple. She possessed no goals for her future and straddled a turning point in her life. With any luck they’d become one another’s forever.

He pulled his sports car straight up
to the curb and tossed his key to a pimply-faced valet. Excitement scuttled along the line of hopefuls to enter the establishment. No surprise he’d been made.


Mr. Fangor.” The Asian male bouncer came off his perch like a soldier at arms. “It’s an honor to have you join us.” The man led him past the line of those waiting to enter the establishment. Heath winked at the girls at the front, and they tittered like adolescents. He’d bet the proceeds from a single night’s gig those two possessed fake credentials.


I’ll notify the owner immediately of your presence and acquire you a private booth. If you need anything else, just ask for me. Name’s Ace.”


Thanks.” Somehow he’d coax Sam into privacy and hopefully steal a kiss or two. He wouldn’t push for more. He slipped the man a hundred dollar bill. “Point me in the direction of Sam Collins.”

The bouncer pocketed the bill with a grin.
“From what I hear”—he tapped his ear piece—“she won’t be hard to locate. She’s on the private, rose dance floor with her own posse.”

A posse, huh? If another man
groped her, Heath wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. “How many men are in that posse?”


Three.” Ace pointed to the left and Heath spied Sam on one of the many dance floors. This one was quarantined for special guests, and it appeared she’d been given the royal treatment.

The snug
, cherry-red shorts barely covered the lower curve of her ass. The loose black shirt exposed one shoulder and bunched around her waist. Her hair was free and bounced with her movements.

She rolled her hips
and paused as she made a circling motion with her hands at those nearest her. Her posse mocked her moves and Sam nodded as if to approve their actions. By all appearances she gave dance lessons. At the perimeter of the private suite an audience gawked, cheering them on.

Heath strode straight to her, dodging dancers on the main floor and drawing attention to his attendance. Tab would be proud
he had acquired notice because there was sure to be some snapshots hitting the web soon. He cared not at all about her happiness. Sam was his mark.

By the time he reached her area, Sam
’s back was to him. Her giggles carried over the pumping beat. Without pause, he ducked and went beneath the rope at her stage. The buzz of whispers announced his arrival.

She whipped around and froze.
“Heath.”

Everyone in her group ceased their move
ments and gawked. He could feel the anticipation of those in attendance. They waited to see what would happen.


Heath’s not available tonight, brat.” He ogled the three males in her posse, decided one was obviously gay, but he hoped the other two understood she was his. Lay one fucking limb on her and he’d start breaking bones.


Oh, right, we’re in public.” She always called him by his stage name when in the community, but that wasn’t what he meant.

He barreled straight into her
, and would’ve knocked her off her feet if he hadn’t steadied her by wrapping his arms around her. “It’s Fang’s turn to kiss you.”


There’s a difference?” The question emerged as a breathy whisper.


No,” Heath said against her lips. Her eyes widened. He thought she understood. This would be their first public kiss, and he could almost feel the hushed expectation of those watching.

He cupped the side of her face
. Velvet flesh teased his palm. He ran his thumb along her jaw and fused their lips together. The soft plumpness of her mouth cushioned his. Holding her gaze, he placed the pad of his thumb on her chin and tugged down.

Heath
slanted his mouth over hers and sank his tongue inside. On a groan, her eyelids closed. One of her arms wrapped around his waist and she sank her fingers into the hair at his nape, her nails indenting his skin. The slight sting heightening his senses.

Cheers went up
, and the flash of cell phone cameras went off. They’d be all over the Internet within the next minute. Tab would be beaming.

Cherry
, diet Cola assaulted his taste buds. Her favorite drink. Before tonight he’d have said it was better mixed with Jack Daniels. His estimation just altered. Sam and the soda were the perfect combination. And it proved she hadn’t been imbibing this evening. Meaning her attraction to him was legit.

She smelled delicious, a mixture between perspiration and her favorite perfume.
He wanted to strip her and run his nose all over her body, breathing her scent into his lungs.

The feel of her against him made it
really hard to convince himself to pull away from her mouth. If he didn’t halt the embrace soon, he’d drag her out of there and push her further than was proper.

A moment longer he lingered, enjoying being inside her in this minor way.
Shifting his hold from her cheek, he glided his knuckles along her skin, before tunneling them through the silky strands of her hair.


I don’t want to stop kissing you.” He rubbed his mouth back and forth across hers relishing the friction. “You taste so damned good. I want to drink you in until I’m so high I can’t think straight.” He wasn’t altogether certain he was thinking straight presently.


You lied.” She elevated her eyebrows.

He rubbed his
thumb in a circular fashion along her lower back. “How?”


There was a difference. Heath took his time warming me up. Fang went in for the kill.”


Which did you prefer?” Already her body brushed his, moving with the beat of the music. He gave a few moments to ponder how she’d move beneath him as he made love to her.

She grinned, sliding her hand from his nape, along his neck and down the center of his chest.
“Not telling.”

Christ Almighty she teased him.

“Let’s dance,
rock god
.” She put some space between them, but not enough square footage that her body didn’t bump into his when she set off with her hip swaying rhythm.

Face flushed and eyes glinting he realized he
’d allowed her to take charge of the tempo. Intolerable when he must remain in control, Heath grabbed her arms and spun her around to face the crowded dance floor. He pulled her spine flush with his chest and palmed her belly. Together they moved, each shake of her ass twitching against his crotch. With any luck someone would post this on ViewTube, and he’d have something new to fist himself to.

The crowd went wild again.
Joining them by bouncing with their eclectic style of partying. The music slowed, and he cradled her chin and tucked her head back against his shoulder. Their movements decelerated, keeping pace with the pulsations. Dancing with her was wild and uncontrolled. What would making love to her be like?

The same. Definitely wild and uncontrolled
. That’s the way she lived life, to the fullest, without pause and no fear.

Her pulse beat against the pads of his finger
tips. Her pants were breathy, much like he imagined she’d sound while making love.

Could he get
lovemaking off his mind already?

Heath bent his head and sucked
on the flesh of her bare shoulder a moment before dragging his tongue along her exposed skin to her neck. Flashes popped around them. They remained here much longer and he wouldn’t put it past the paparazzi to bribe their way through the doors. That outcome would please Tab, but Heath wanted privacy with Sam not an audience.

Sam
elevated her arms and reached back, clasping the back of his head. The decadent feel of her ass sliding over his crotch…
Christ
! He didn’t think a saint would be able to abstain.

Heavy-lidded, she tilted her head on his shoulder and met his eyes.
“You’re hard, Fang.”


I can’t help it.”

The grin that curled her lips was one of satisfaction. She applied pressure to his head and forced him to meet her kiss. Electricity fizzled through his body at their connection. He followed her guidance, parting his mouth only slightly. She took her time exploring, licking his bottom lip and nipping the top one. She pulled back enough their breaths mingled
, and her tongue pushed inside his mouth, leaving the oglers in no doubt that they French kissed.

Heath took control, spinning her in his arms, cupping her head
between his palms and claiming her lips with his. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pushed his knee between her legs and lowered his touch to pull her snug against him, until the apex of her body rode his thigh. A hitch jerked her in his arms, but he continued to kiss her. Keeping his mouth on hers, he guided her in the erotic moves.

Slow hip rolls and pelvis thrusts, he ground her against him
.

He
’d rub her heat all over his thigh all night long if he had his way.

The crowd faded,
and Sam became his sole focus. Her soft whimpers and moans, the little groans she made in the back of her throat. A tiny part in his brain said he moved too fast again, but she felt so good in his arms and tasted so fucking fantastic, he ignored the warning.

He allowed her to break the kiss and bury her face in his
neck. Little wheezes struck his flesh as he continued the paces…

They swayed together with him
putting a little extra vigor in the final grind each time. A diminutive whimper was his reward on each final scrape.


Oh God, Heath, stop,” she moaned into his neck.

Not yet, he wasn
’t ready to let her go.


I like dancing with you.” He ran his hand down her back and cupped her ass to rub his thigh hard against her pussy.

Her head fell back
. The expression on her face cemented his breath in his lungs. Passion flushed her features, and her eyes were so dilated he couldn’t determine her irises from her pupils. Her lips were puffy and rosy from their kisses. And her chin was abraded from his scruff.


You’re hitting my… sweet spot.” Her breath hitched as he dragged his thigh against her. “If you don’t stop, we’re going to give them a different kind of show.”

Sweet baby Jesus
. A woman who could come so easily from this slight bit of friction, he could make her cry all night long.

Pelvic thrusts

Multiple orgasms. He could do that for her. Would enjoy watching her get off. Would enjoy pleasuring her.

Grind, grind,
grind

With each further movement her breathing notched higher. Her cheeks bloomed, flushing with color and her lips parted. The softest of moans touched his ears. She was on the cusp of climaxing.

Only in private would he relish tipping her over the edge into bliss.

Please God let me be the last man to
ever watch her come
.

Heath halted their gyrations
, and she groaned. He couldn’t decide if the noise was in protest or relief. Hugging her tight he placed his lips against her ear. “Did I push too fast again?”


I—I don’t know.” She sounded so confused, and he couldn’t find the words to apologize, not when he wouldn’t mean them. He liked her muddled because he’d aroused her.

While she composed herself, they stood embraced, swaying side to side to a rapid beat he could feel in his feet. Their audience continued to
gape, and he caught snapshots of their comments.

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