**For mature audiences only “” Sexual content**
A hand slipped around her midsection, drawing her away from the agent who had been dancing with her.
She turned and met Ryder’s compelling gaze. “What are you doing?” she hissed at him as he pulled her close, his arm encircling her waist.
“Dance,” he commanded lowly and because she couldn’t risk making the wrong kind of scene, she did as he instructed, bringing one hand to his shoulder and moving against him to the sounds of the alternative rock band up on the stage.
He could move, she thought, admiring the way his big body shifted to the beat and the natural grace of him as he pressed against her.
The hand at her back inched up slightly beneath the hem of her shirt, the rough palm of his hand flush against the damp skin at the small of her back. It sent a sensual shiver through her. One which she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Ryder,” she protested, but he bent his head and whispered, “He needs to see more, Diana. You know that.”
To anyone watching it would look like he was sharing an intimacy with her and she had to keep the farce going. Raising her face close, her cheek pressed against his, she whispered, “Why do you think that?”
He brought a second hand to her waist and spanned its width with both of his large hands. Slowly he backed her up toward the stage, his muscular body insinuating itself between her legs. His insistent arousal pressing against the softness of her belly.
She was about to protest once more but he bent close and shifted his hands up to the middle of her back, turned her slightly so that virtually everyone in the club would have a clear line of sight to what he was doing.
“He likes the watching,” he whispered lowly into her ear, nuzzling his face against hers, his movements those of a lover enticing a partner. “He’s done that a lot in his life. Watched . . . Waited.”
He brought one had around to the center of her back, urged her nearer while he shifted his other hand to just below her breast. With her arms up around his shoulders, it wouldn’t take much for him to reach up and . . .
Diana battled the response of her body, shuddering as he bit her earlobe and continued with his soft, sexual commentary. “You’re aware of that, Diana. I’m sure it’s in whatever little notes you’ve made that you haven’t shown me.”
He cupped her cheek and ran the pad of his thumb over her lower lip as she challenged, “He gets off on it. Do you?”
“I get off on you,” he answered and brought his lips down to hers, offering not a moment for her to refuse.
He moved his mouth against hers, hard and hot, stealing her breath away until she had no choice but to open to the invasion. His one arm roughly encircled her waist, hauling her tight while with the other hand, he cupped the back of her head, making her a prisoner.
She murmured a protest, but he slowly tempered his response, his lips and mouth becoming tender and inviting, urging her on until she was answering him back. She bit and sucked at his lower lip, reached up with her hands and held on to his shoulders as everything around them fell away.
Finally, she shifted slightly, breathing heavily, but he didn’t stop, moving his head down to the side of her neck.
Her skin was damp with her arousal and Ryder couldn’t resist the invitation. He buried his head against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, against the pounding pulse point that proved her need. His own pulse was jumpy, starting to grow into that steady rush signalling his change. He battled against it, sucking the saltiness of her skin, drawing on her until she was moaning and clinging to him.
He needed more.
He drew his one hand down to her buttocks and cupped her, bringing her tight against his erection, which he ground into her.
With his other hand, he made that last suicidal move to cup her breast and found her peaked nipple, let it rest against the center of his palm.
She didn’t resist, her body pliant and answering him. A soft moan escaping her as he continued with the pull of his mouth against her skin.
It was close to his undoing, but he held on and continued. When she came to her senses, there’d be hell to pay.
