I didn’t fight. I sank down into the kiss like I’d kissed the man a million times before.
His grip on my neck was punishing, but it only added to my arousal. I’d never had someone hold me so possessively, like if I even thought of trying to pull away, he’d drag me right back. Our lips moved together, fast and hard, and he kissed me like he’d been waiting a lifetime to do it and not just the hour I’d been here at the party.
He groaned into my mouth, never letting up the grip on my neck, but his other hand slid over my thigh to grab a handful of hip. At the same time, he thrust up, rubbing his erection against my core. “Fuck, baby girl. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you in that dress at the club the other night. Why the fuck aren’t you wearing that dress now?”
I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the fact I was the center of his universe in that very moment, but it made me bold. “Because I’m clearly very stupid.”
He kissed me again, his fingers digging in and rocking me over his erection. “You know what I’d do to you right now if you were wearing that dress instead of jeans?”
Oh God. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I was already really regretting how thick the denim was between us. But I found myself whispering, “Yes,” into his ear.
It came out something like a breathy moan, and he shivered in response.
“I’d have had you on my lap, right like you are now. Except I would have hiked your skirt up around your waist so everybody could see your delicious, completely fuckable ass.”
His hand slid around to squeeze me there, holding me even tighter against him, encouraging me to rock on him and take what I needed.
“Then I would have slipped my hand inside your panties to find out if you were wet for me.”
Too turned on to stop, I ground over his dick, rocking my hips back and forth, increasing the friction. A gasp slipped from my lips at the building sensation inside me.
“Are you wet for me, baby girl?”
I couldn’t answer that. I was drowning for him, but I couldn’t say it.
“Say it. I know your cunt is fucking dripping for me right now.”
I couldn’t. It was too forward. And so dirty. I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing. I barely knew this man and yet I was dry humping him in the middle of a party like I was a teenager.
But I didn’t want to stop.
With a growl that was practically feral, War took my mouth again. The kiss a punishment for not giving him what he wanted. He drove his tongue into me, tasting and taking, dominating, and controlling. I moaned, pleasure coursing through me.
In the next instant, he was on his feet, me in his arms.
“War!” I yelped, struggling to get down. I’d break the man’s back. “Put me down, I’m too heavy.”
“That’s real fucking insulting, baby girl.” He strode through the party with me in his arms, while some of the guys clapped for us. “You think I can’t carry your sweet ass to my bed?”
My cheeks went hot as I was carried toward the hallway where Rebel and Fang had disappeared earlier. But I didn’t stop him. Because making out with him on the couch wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted him alone.
To War’s credit, he wasn’t struggling with my weight. He carried me like I was as tiny as Siren and Kiki. He was so big and solid, he made me feel small in a way I never had with any other man. The sounds of the party filtered away the farther we went down the darkened hall. We passed several other rooms, their doors closed, but the sounds coming from within made it clear what was going on behind them. I had no idea how long War and I had been making out, but we clearly weren’t the only ones.
It only added to the heat building at my core. “Are these all bedrooms down here?”
“Yeah. We all have one. Some of the guys live here full time. Some of us just use it as a crash pad when we’ve had too much to drink and can’t drive home.” He chuckled in my ear. “Some of us just use it as a place to get a beautiful woman naked and lick her pussy until she screams.”
Oh my God.
There was a promise in that last statement that had me trembling.
At the very end of the hall, War opened a door, stepped past it, then kicked it shut behind him. He finally let me go, and my feet slid to the floor.
We were suddenly very alone.
“Just you and me now, huh? Seemed to me like you were kind of into being out there with everyone.” I gazed around his room. It was sparsely furnished but clean. There was a bar fridge in one corner and a writing desk beside it. As well as a door that presumably led to a bathroom, but the main feature was definitely the bed. It was made up with dark-colored sheets, and a comforter was folded neatly at the end.