“You’re making a spectacle out of me.”
“You don’t like it? You seemed to like it earlier.” He was silent for a second or two. “And if you didn’t like people looking at you, you might have spent a little more money to get more material added to that excuse of a dress you’re wearing.”
She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but from his surly tone, she wasn’t about to find out. Besides, she could barely think straight. His hand kept rubbing against her stomach. With each brush, he moved closer to her breasts. She wasn’t used to public displays, and she hoped people didn’t see her blush. It wouldn’t bode well for their investigation.
“You’re coming on a little strong.”
“There’s nothing little about it,” he said, amusement filling his voice. “Admit it. You like the idea that people are watching me touch you.”
She couldn’t admit it to him. Wouldn’t. But she did. Lord how she did. Her body was already hot from being close to him, from dancing. Now, though, the idea that people were somehow interested in them made her hot. It wasn’t a normal feeling for her. She usually had short, casual affairs, and whether it was another agent or not, it never took place in public. She liked to have some discretion in her relationships. She definitely didn’t allow a man to touch her like this in public.
But she really liked it. A lot.
“I bet you would like to publically submit, wouldn’t you? Being stripped naked in front of all these people…tied up…spanked.”
His voice deepened with each word. She closed her eyes and shivered. He said something low and explicit under his breath. She wasn’t sure just what it was, but the image he painted made her need. She needed to be touched, to be held, to do all those things he’d offered. The beat of the music pounded through her blood, intertwined with the lust he inspired.
Abruptly he stood, and without a word to her, he said to Micah, “See ya later.”
And with that, he pulled her out of the club and into the night. At the moment, the only thing on her mind was if they would actually make it to her rented house before he made good on his threats.
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Lust wound through his blood and was definitely scrambling his brain. He had never been this mixed up about a woman. Not even his grade school crush on Marjorie Wickers had left him this crazed. He got to the car and realized she was frowning at him. On top of it, he knew it was best they went to the house that the FBI had rented for her. It was probably in the Honolulu area and not on the other side of the island, like his.
“What?” he asked.
“What was that all about?”
She was going to be a pain in the ass. Women like her always were. They wanted schedules, explanations, just wanted too much. But that didn’t matter at the moment. His brain was barely functioning, and he could hardly keep from taking her in the parking lot. He stepped closer, crowding her up against his car.
“Listen, Callahan. I know part of what you were doing in there was an act. But you went over the line, way over the line. You have five seconds to tell me no. After that, you’re mine for the night.”
She swallowed, and he could see the flush of embarrassment—or was it arousal—brighten her eyes. Her tongue slipped out over her plump lower lip. He growled and leaned in for a taste. Just like the night before, he was drawn in by the kiss. A simple brush of the mouth turned into something completely carnal when she opened her mouth to him. He stole inside. By the time he drew back, they were both breathing heavily.
He rested his forehead against hers. She drew in a deep, shuttering breath. It caused her breasts to press against his chest. Jesus. He knew from the way the fabric clung to her ass, she wasn’t wearing panties. It wouldn’t take much to push the fabric over those full hips of hers and take her in the parking lot. From the dazed look in her blue eyes, he might just be able to do it.
He curled his fingers against the roof of his car.
“Yes or no.”
She studied him for a second, although if felt like an eternity. She drew in another shuddering breath.
“Yes.”
Chapter Six
He gave her another hard, quick kiss then unlocked the car. By the time he was driving down Ala Wai Boulevard, he realized he didn’t know where her rental was.
“Where’s your house?”
She rattled off the address, and he knew it was faster to get there than his house over in Laie. Even on a Monday night, it would take a good forty minutes. He didn’t think he would last that long. Hell, he was lucky he was going to be able to make it over to Kahala.