His vision grayed for a second, and he might have lost the feeling in his legs.
“Do I get the same courtesy?” he muttered, thoroughly impressed with himself that he wasn’t laid out on the floor. “Because there’s a lot of you I haven’t grabbed yet, either.”
They were so close, her laugh vibrated through his tight groin.
“What are you going to do if I say yes?”
“This.” It was close enough to a dare that he locked gazes with her and slid two fingers under the fabric of her dress to caress one bare globe of her rounded bottom. No panties, as he’d guessed.
The temperature shot up as heat flushed through his body.
And then it was no longer a point to be proven, but an exploration of the woman he’d been angling to get his hands on all night.
God, she felt amazing, like warm silk. Heat flared in her expression, winnowing through his blood until he couldn’t stop himself from pressing closer, desperately seeking more of her, questing for relief from the needy ache she’d induced.
“I don’t recall actually saying yes,” she said. Instantly he withdrew, a millisecond from spitting out an apology, when she grinned. “But I wasn’t saying no, either.”
“Make up your mind, woman,” he growled.
“I’m not the one who laid down the ground rules. Wasn’t there something about none of this being real?” She shimmied her hips in a practiced rhythm against his painful erection. “That feels pretty real to me. Are you sure I’m the one who can’t make up her mind?”
She’d baited him on purpose. Probably had deliberately worn this dress with the easily accessible butt cheeks to drive him insane. This was exactly the reason he should have said no to this ridiculous fake relationship. Trinity Forrester was too bold, too exotic, too...sensual for a man who just wanted a nice girl to come home to at the end of a long day.
Nice girls didn’t constantly make him think about getting naked.
“Why do you have to make everything about sex?” he grumbled. “Can’t we just dance?”
And now he sounded exactly like what she’d accused him of: a Goody Two-shoes. A ninety-year-old. A stickler for rules.
That was not who he was. This woman had been manipulating him all night, and he was done with it. He’d agreed to this fake relationship but he hadn’t agreed to let her run roughshod over him.
That stopped now.
“Me?” She had the audacity to feign surprise. “I’ve never so much as uttered the word sex one time.”
“You don’t have to. It wafts from your pores.” Eyes narrowed, he spun her around until he could dance her off the marble floor and into the shadows at the back of the room.
She had reasons for why she was so overtly sexy, so in-your-face with her asymmetrical hair and tongue piercing, and none of them were because she was a free spirit who reveled in her individuality.
She was hiding something behind her shock value.
Let’s just see how you handle a man who has your number, Ms. Forrester.
Before she could blink, he had her trapped against the wall, his body pressing hard against hers. Exactly where he wanted to be, every nerve primed to sink into her.
More than that...he wanted to expose her secrets in the same way she’d peeled back his need to be like his father.
“Cameras?” She peered around his shoulder in anticipation.
“No idea.” He tipped up her chin, guiding her attention back where it belonged. “I’m just curious about whether kissing you feels as good as I remember.”
Her expression heated as she zeroed in on him, ignoring the crowd. “Well, that doesn’t sound like it’s in the rules according to Logan.”
“It’s number three,” he corrected silkily. “When a woman has been begging you for something all night, you give it to her.”
And exactly like the first time he’d kissed her, he couldn’t stop himself from caving to the blinding need to have her mouth under his. Their lips connected, and instantly, he parted hers to savagely seek her taste.
It exploded on his tongue. Back and forth, give and take, he kissed her with every ounce of pent-up longing and passion and frustration that he’d been battling since the moment she’d slid into his limo. Since before that. Since that first kiss.
He wanted to strip her raw and tunnel under her outrageous appeal in hopes of tempering it somehow.
The cool hardness of the steel rod through her tongue skated along his hot tongue, and yes, the contrast and the sheer uniqueness of the sensation was as affecting as he remembered. More so. Because there were no cameras on them this time and he didn’t have to think about decorum if he didn’t feel like it.