Women did not come in here at this hour looking for a drink. Especially not looking like her, like a rabbit to a pack of hungry wolves. She should have known better.
Damn it.
He strode across the bar and shouldered aside two Spawns who were leaning over her. Her big aqua eyes widened as he closed his hand around her arm and pulled her with him to his spot at the bar.
He lifted her up and deposited her on a stool and went back to sipping his beer. His tenth. He thought it was anyway.
Hell, he'd lost count.
He slid his eyes sideways and watched as Donnie brought her a sea breeze without her asking. She sipped it daintily and tried to continue ignoring him. It was impressive, considering he was standing right next to her and staring at her.
He turned his body toward her and tilted his head to the side, letting his eyes wander all over her. He wanted to look at her. He was a man, she was a woman. Why should he hide it?
She finally glanced at him and tried to smile. They both knew she was attracting unwanted attention from every corner of the bar. She was hot and she was new. Everyone wanted a taste.
"You shouldn't be here."
"I was- looking for Kaylie. I guess she left already?"
He didn't say anything, just looked her over, considering what kind of trouble he was about to get himself into. She crossed her legs nervously, revealing a long smooth thigh.
Screw it.
Jack grinned suddenly. She caught the look on his face and blanched. She thought he was laughing at her. But really he'd just decided to stop fighting it. He was going to have her beneath him. Maybe even tonight.
Those legs were going to feel good wrapped around his waist.
She crossed her arms over her chest, accidentally pushing them closer together. He stared at the luscious mounds where they pressed against each other, creating a deep cleavage.
Definitely tonight.
He tore his eyes away from her chest and looked at her beautiful face again. She looked absolutely mortified. He could see tears welling up in her eyes.
"I think I should- go home-"
He lifted her off the bar stool and set her on the floor, inches from his body. She looked up at him, utterly confused. He couldn't wait to take her home. He'd denied himself too long already. He took her hand and dragged her through the bar room. But not to the front.
He was taking her to the back.
Chapter Twenty-One
Janet
He held out his hand for her, his eyes willing her to obey him. She was about to toss her head and ignore him, like she always did when someone told her what to do. But there was something urgent in his eyes that made her pause.
She took his hand and felt a shock at the rough calluses. Then he just grabbed her, pulling her towards the back of the club.
Before she knew it she was alone with Jack in the back alley. behind the club.
He leaned her body against the brick wall, manhandling her like a doll. Then he boxed her in, standing incredibly close to her. She could feel waves of heat coming off of him as she stared up at him.
She was ready for him to yell at her. What she wasn’t prepared for was the look of desperation in his eyes.
He was always so calm. But he didn't look calm now. He looked angry. And something else… hungry. His eyes flicked to her lips and she felt her heart jump in her chest.
Oooohh… so that was it.
He wanted to kiss her. Again.
She swallowed nervously. She had been waiting for him to kiss her again all week. Would he finally do it? Or was he going to tell her to stay away from him again?
He hadn't been pleased to see her walk into the club tonight. Maybe if she apologized, he wouldn't be so angry with her.
“I’m… I’m sorry if I made you mad. I know now I shouldn't have come."
He just looked down at her, doing nothing. His body was so close to hers. She couldn't help it. She wanted it closer.
Suddenly a smile flitted across his face. It somehow made him look more terrifying.
In a serious hot way.
It wasn't a friendly smile. It was menacing, like a wolf smiling at a lamb he was about to devour. He lifted his hand to her face, cupping it gently. She gasped as his thumb brushed her lips.
"No, you shouldn't have come.”
Then he was kissing her. There was nothing gentle about it at all. He was kissing her hard. She moaned and opened her mouth under the assault, allowing him in. His tongue swooped in and twirled against hers, taking her.
Claiming her.
Sweet Jesus, Jack was a good kisser!
He kissed her endlessly, far past the brief kiss of the other night. He'd left her wanting then. But now he was holding nothing back.
Not with his mouth anyway.
His hands were balled into fists, pressed against the brick wall above her. He was restraining himself somehow. She knew it. She felt it. She arched her back and their chests collided. They both moaned at the contact.