Page 25 of Hard Deal
But now, with her olive green eyes turning slowly black with excitement and her body softening under his touch, this was raw Imogen. The real Imogen. The woman she tried so damn hard to hide away. That was the woman he wanted. And he was certain with every cell in his body that she wanted him, too.
Her face tipped up to his, eyes wide as her lips moved. But he could only hear snatches of what she said—something about not being the dancing type. Something told him there were a lot of things in her “not my type” list. He was going to shred that list to pieces.
His hands found her waist, drawing her closer. Her body was perfectly soft and rounded with a sexy dent at her waist followed by the flare of her hips. Like an hourglass. Touching her was like being on a roller coaster—each smooth curve made his heart thump as he chased the next high. The next stomach-summersaulting dip.
It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until he dragged her to some dark corner and got between those soft, curvy thighs.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growled into her ear. “Why have you been hiding from me all this time?”
She rested her cheek against his, her lips brushing his skin. “I’m not hiding now.”
They moved together, the stiffness leeching out of her limbs as she followed his lead. Mimicking him. Finding the beat for herself. Her dress had ridden up her legs, tempting him to brush his hand along the inside of her thigh. Everything about her was a trip for his senses—all that smooth skin and silky hair. She was a goddess.
“I want to touch you,” he said, pulling her earlobe between his teeth.
“But the people...” Her words faded into a gasp as he brushed his knuckles over her sex. Her underwear was already damp. Fuck, the woman was a firecracker. His cock twitched, pressing hard against the fly of his dress pants. “They might see us.”
“It’s dark, baby. No one cares.” He continued to stroke her through the thin cotton, rubbing his fingertips between the lips of her pussy. Her nails dug into his skin with a sharp bite as he nudged her clit. “I want to feel how wet you are.”
Imogen’s eyes were wild—her pupils black and wide, lashes fluttering as he stroked her. She squeezed her thighs, trapping his hand there. But when he thought she was going to pull away, she rocked against him.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
He breached the elastic band around her leg and brushed the back of his finger along her sex. Christ. The smooth, slick skin had him foaming at the mouth. He wanted her orgasm and he wanted it now.
“We should go somewhere private,” she said, dragging his head down to hers. Her lips landed on his, so soft and sweet—positively chaste, all things considered.
“Not yet.” He pushed the fabric aside and ran his fingertip along her seam. She was dripping wet, so ready for him. “I’ve got this fantasy, Imogen, and it won’t let go.”
She bit down on her bottom lip, stifling a moan as he pushed against her entrance. “What fantasy?”
“Of getting you off in a roomful of people.” He kissed the tender spot behind her ear. “Originally it was in the middle of a board meeting, but this will have to do.”
“A board meeting?” she squeaked. “Caleb, you’re... Uh!”
He ground the heel of his palm against her clit, teasing her for a moment before backing the pressure off. There was no way he was rushing this. Someone bumped against Imogen and she pushed harder against him. “Disgusting? Exciting? Thrilling?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He brought his mouth down to hers, coaxing her lips open so he could taste her better. His free hand pressed into her lower back, shielding their activities as best he could. Her tongue swiped along his lip, leaving the taste of orange liquor in its wake. When he pushed a finger inside her, Imogen’s moan vibrated on his lips.
“That’s it, baby. I want to feel you shake on my hand.”
Imogen was holding on tight, her fingers thrusting up into his hair as she kissed him back with brute force. The chaste kiss was long gone—this was raw and desperate. Her breath quickened and her forehead dropped to his shoulder. A second later she shattered, the inner muscles of her sex squeezing him rhythmically as she shuddered against his chest.
Caleb cradled her, his cock impossibly hard and the voice in his head screaming at him to push her up against a wall. Or down to the ground. Or fuck it, maybe he should pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist right here. Anything to sate the beast she’d unleashed.
No. He couldn’t waste this moment—the perfect, dirty, sexy moment.
The DJ shouted something over the music and a whooping cheer rose from the dance floor. The crush surged and Caleb tucked Imogen under his arm. Time to move the party to a new location.
The club was enormous. Much bigger than it looked from the sedate bar area where they’d shared a drink. There were several more rooms depending on your music taste—chill R&B, hard-core dance music and a lounge area that was better suited to talking. But none of those interested Caleb.
He dragged Imogen toward a set of stairs leading up to a walkway that ringed the main room. It was mostly used by bouncers, since their staff room was located on this floor. He’d been to this club several times and often came up here to people watch. But tonight, he had different plans.
“Where are you taking me?” It was easier to hear as they moved away from the speakers, although the bass still rumbled through his veins.
“Somewhere we can finish what we started.”