The words came out before she had time to evaluate their consequences. She bit her lip hard as her clit swelled beneath the pressure of his hand. The music continued to thump and people pressed around them, concealing his blatant touch. He worked his hand against her with a slow, methodical rhythm, the lacy material of her underwear sliding against her sensitive skin.
His other hand moved to her ribs, his thumb idly caressing the underside of her breast. Her nipples pebbled against her bra, the buds aching for Reid to yank down the neckline of her dress and take one into his mouth. She sagged against him, and his fingers drifted higher, grazing over her left breast. She bucked with the combination of sensations. Fuck. She was going to come right here on the dance floor and he hadn’t even touched her bare skin.
He chuckled against her hair. “Not yet, sugar. Not here.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to beg for release.
“The song is about to end. When it does, you tell Melody you’ll be back in a little while. Walk out to the parking lot. My car is in the back corner of the lot. You meet me there.”
“Reid,” she said, her breath catching, the word more a plea than anything else.
“No safe words tonight. You’re either by the car when I get there or you’re not. I call the shots after that.”
She shivered, his hard tone making her belly tighten and her clit ache. Shit. What was he planning to do to her?
The song came to a cymbal-crashing conclusion, and Reid released her. When she spun around, his blue eyes blazed over her. He caught her wrist and brought it to his mouth for a light nip. “Your call, sugar.”
He turned on his heel and strode away, his confident swagger and drool-worthy body drawing the attention of every woman he passed on the way back to his table. He didn’t grace any of them with a glance and didn’t look back to see if Brynn was following his instructions.
On jelly legs, she made her way back to her table. Melody looked up at her, her eyes widening. “Good lord, girl, are you okay? You’re all flushed. Maybe you should sit.”
Brynn shook her head. “I need some air. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Mel moved to stand up. “I’ll come with you.”
“No,” Brynn said, maybe a bit too abruptly because Mel raised an eyebrow. “You’ll miss Terrence’s next song. I’ll be fine.”
Her friend sank back into her seat. “You sure?”
She nodded and before she could think too hard about what she was about to do, headed toward the exit door.
The air outside had cooled and grown heavy since she’d arrived, and the low rumble of thunder promised a rare summer storm. Besides the tap of her strappy heels along the pavement, the lot was quiet, the headlining band enough to draw even the smokers inside. She kept a brisk pace, and her senses tuned to her surroundings. The club was in a good neighborhood, but the parking lot was dark and she was seeing monsters in every shadow these days.
Reid’s sleek SUV loomed in the farthest corner of the lot next to an ancient looking oak tree, but there was no sign of the man himself. She paused a few steps from the vehicle, her heart hammering against her ribs. Maybe she shouldn’t do this. What if she panicked again and didn’t even have a safe word to escape? What if the nightmares she’d had every night since the day in Davis’s basement claimed her and Reid didn’t stop?
Reid stepped out from behind the SUV and leaned a hip against the grille. Her crossed his arms over his chest and pinned her with his stare. “You’ve got four steps of free will left, Brynn.”
She eyed the small expanse of space between them and swallowed hard. His very presence soothed something jagged inside her. “I’m not ready to talk about us.”
He smirked. “What I have in mind doesn’t require conversation, sugar.”
Her eyes darted to the large erection pushing against his jeans, and her muscles tightened in anticipation of how it would feel to have him inside her again. Shit. This was a bad idea. So bad.
But God, she wanted him.
She locked her gaze with his and took a breath.
One. Two. Three. Four. She crossed the last few steps, not stopping until she stood within inches of his broad chest.
“Good girl,” he said, pushing off the car and straightening to his full, intimidating height.
She moistened her lips. “Where are we going?”
He gave her a slow smile. “Who said we were going anywhere?”
Before she could respond, he hooked an arm around her waist, and his lips claimed hers. Hungry and hot, his tongue possessed her mouth—pure, animal need flowing from every pore in his body and into hers. Gone was the sweet, loving guy from the hospital. In his place was Reid’s dark side personified. The side he had tried to ignore when they were in their twenties. Dominant. Powerful. Carnal.
She should’ve been scared, and she expected the panic and flashbacks to slam into her. But instead, her entire being jumped to life and every nerve swirled into a pool of trembling want low in her belly. This man wouldn’t hurt her. He would own her.r: Roni Loren