“Very good.” He ran his hands down her sides, turning her legs to noodles. One arm wrapped back around her waist.
“Fuck, girl. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Hopefully, it was the same thing that he was doing to her. He continued to hold her against him, which was lucky since he was pretty much the only thing keeping her on her feet.
After a while, he reached back and undid the hold she had on him. Then he turned her, spinning her in his arms. He drew her in tight to his body again. And she clung to him, letting him anchor her. His hand traveled down her back and over her butt.
Holy. Heck.
She wanted more.
Pulling back, she looked into his dark eyes. He stared down at her intently, his gaze filled with warmth. She smiled and he ran a finger down her cheek.
“Want a break?”
Did she? She didn’t want to stop touching him. But she was thirsty and she needed to pee. So she nodded and turned to head toward the bar.
But he snagged her around the waist, almost lifting her off the floor. A whoosh of air left her and she stiffened slightly.
“You’re safe, girl,” he told her in a low voice as he drew her out of the crowd. People parted way for him. She wondered why.
He wasn’t that scary, was he?
Sure, he was big and muscular. And more of his tattoos were showing tonight since he had a couple of buttons undone.
Was that it?
Hmm. Maybe.
She wondered where they were going, though, since the bar was in the opposite direction of where he was leading her.
He was moving toward a door with a bouncer standing in front of it. Wait, was that the same bouncer from before? The one that had taken care of that guy who’d been trying to dance with her?
“You all right?” he asked as she came to a stop.
“Uh, where are you going?” she asked. “Isn’t this a restricted area?”
“Yep, this goes up to the VIP section.” He studied her face.
“Right, which obviously we can’t go into.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s for VIPs.”
“You don’t think I could be a VIP, girl?”
She blinked. “What? No. Are you?”
He leaned in. “My boss owns this nightclub.”
“He does? Oh, the same boss that owned that car we were in the other night?”
“Yep.”
Whoa. Okay. That was making more sense now. Obviously, his boss had a lot of money. Gray took her hand and led her toward the door again.
He was holding her hand.