Loving War(92)

I can’t breathe, especially when his bold hand grabs my shirt, inching it down to uncover more flesh on my breast for him to attack.

“I have to go to the bar. I’ll be back,” I hoarsely tell Kode, trying to escape before I end up screwing him in the booth.

He stands when I do, and he grabs my hips, pulling my back to his front, as he moves us toward the bar. “Not without me,” he mumbles, stumbling a little. “Too many people.”

Again, my heart clenches, swelling with a touch of pride. His eyes are on me. No one else. His hands act as though they’ll never let me go.

After ordering my drink, I look over as Rain joins me at my side, ordering her one as well. Kode continues nibbling on my neck until Corbin hauls him off me. I almost beg Corbin to let him go, because it feels so good, but I know I shouldn’t.

“Give her just a little room,” Corbin says, laughing. “You told me not to let you scare her.”

Kode frowns, but he glances over at me for a fleeting second before sighing in defeat. Maverick walks around to hand him another drink, and they talk to each other while Ash squeezes in at the bar with us.

When I turn my attention back to Rain, she’s grumbling and knocking some guy’s hands away.

“Get the hell away.” Her disdain bleeds into her tone, but the creep doesn’t take a hint.

“Dude, back the hell up,” Maverick growls, glaring at the guy.

The guy just laughs while holding his hands up, staggering to the left a little in a drunken stupor. “Sorry. Didn’t know she was yours.”

He stumbles in behind me, but the second his hands touch my waist, he’s falling and yelping. When he lands on the ground, he starts clutching his nose as it spews blood. Kode’s fist drops back to his side as he looks down at the guy he just punched out, and my eyes go wide when I see the murderous glare in his eyes.

He didn’t hit the guy while he was all over Rain. This guy barely touched me.

“Kode, don’t!” I say, grabbing his arm when he moves toward the guy like he might do more.

“He shouldn’t have put his fucking hands on you,” he growls, too drunk to know when to stop.

That’s my breaking point. All the pieces fall together, and I lose the last ounce of my resolve.

No one is helping me hold Kode back. What the hell?

To keep him from pummeling the guy and going to jail, my hands go to his shoulders as I step in front of him, and I use them as leverage to haul myself up and wrap my legs around his waist. His hands immediately go to my ass, and his eyes lose their angry haze as lust and excitement fills them. His angry scowl turns into a slow, sexy grin that has me tightening my legs around him for an entirely different reason.

“What’re you doin’, baby?” he asks in a sexy drawl that has me reminding myself to breathe.

“Taking you home with me.”

His grin doubles, and he leans in and kisses me hard. My hands go to his hair, and my fingers tangle in the soft blonde strands as I kiss him back with the same need pouring out of me.

I kiss him like I can’t ever stop—like I can only breathe his air.

“Take the limo,” Rain announces, referring to our girls’ night ride she rented.

I wave in the air to acknowledge I heard her because my lips are otherwise engaged. Kode is owning my mouth with his tongue, his teeth, and his growls of pleasure. It’s like fire on ice with every twist of his tongue, because I’m fully dissolving right now.

His hands tighten on my ass, and though I don’t know how he does it, he makes it outside.

“Home, Ms. Noles?” The limo driver asks, making me realize we’ve already reached the car.

I start to say yes, even though it’s painful to break away from the kiss. Kode puts me down, as Hank—the driver—holds the door, looking very much amused.

“Actually, I have a different address.”

Kode tugs me into the car as I laugh and tell Hank Kode’s address instead. Leo had another date with Jamie tonight, and I don’t want us competing for who can be louder at my house.

Hank grins while closing the door, and Kode pulls me onto his lap, his lips quickly moving back to my neck to resume devouring me. I grin when he thrusts up, mimicking the action he wants to do without clothes as Hank pulls out of Silk.

When his lips reclaim mine, it’s so powerful that I moan and grind against him. It takes me a second to realize his hands have moved from my ass and are working against the button on my shorts. My smile grows, and I break the kiss and press my forehead to his.

“Not here. We don’t have enough time, and I want more than a limo fuck,” I tell him, smiling as he groans.

Then his eyes look up to meet mine, and he tugs me closer, brushing his lips against mine just barely.