Turning around, I smile, hiding the intense rush his words leave me feeling. Yep, I’m going to do it.

Leaning in, I whisper into his ear. “I bet you don’t last twenty minutes thinking about how wet I am between my legs.” He groans and a look of anguish washes over his face as he reaches down to adjust himself.

“You play dirty, pretty girl, but you don’t know who you’re playing with.”

He’s right. I have no idea what I’m doing, but for one night, I’m up for finding out.

Chapter Six

Nix

After finishing dinner, we make our way inside to tidy up the dishes. I’ve been on my best behavior, and I’m satisfied that Kadence is surprised to learn that I’m not some deadbeat asshole who earns money dealing in women or drugs. Most people in town don’t know the struggle the club went through to get clean. The path my dad took was a lot different to the one I now walk down. After we lost my mom, the years that followed were what I had always said I didn’t want to live. I became a man I had vowed never to be. I didn’t want my children growing up and watching their father instill fear into a town, living a life of crime and then watch them go through life the same. After working our asses off for five years, we now successfully run two bars, a new club downtown and a new ink joint we just opened up last week. The boys are happy; the club is free from any of that old bullshit, and I wouldn’t want anything else. Except, maybe a sexy, hot teacher to warm my bed.

Our dinner conversation flowed easily, having a few jabs at each other along the way, her vexing me, me teasing her back. We didn’t talk about my ex, and I was glad not to touch on the subject; last thing I wanted to speak about with a woman is my pain-in-the-ass ex. We avoided the whole classroom scene from last week. She clearly has an issue with me being a parent to one of her students, so I steered clear of anything that could have her back-pedaling.

I don’t know what it is about this connection we have. Even in the last two hours, I feel more comfortable than I have ever before. Having a woman in my space, talking about club life is something that I would never normally do, but for the life of me, I can't seem to find a way to make myself stop. After I kissed her last night, I came home and fucking dreamt of her, of her hot mouth around my cock. Waking from the worst sleep ever, I vowed I would stop hassling her, only to have my plan ruined when she was out on a fucking date in one of my bars. I knew the moment I had seen her sitting there, looking bored out of her brain, that the guy would never be good enough for her. With a little push in the right direction, the asshole left without even a backward glance. I’m gonna cop it from the guys tomorrow, with me chasing some tail like some lovesick fool. The fuckers couldn’t make that shit up.

Telling Kadence to go sit down, I make my way back to grab one more beer. If things don’t go to plan tonight, I’ll still need to be able to drive her home. If I have my way, she’ll be in my bed tonight, and I can worry about that little detail tomorrow. I’m not getting my hopes up; with the way things sit between us, who knows how the night will end? The woman runs hot and cold. One minute, I think I’ve got her; the next, she’s playing hard to get.

Sitting down on the sofa next to her, I hand her the beer, and watch her lips closely as she takes a drink. She’s kicked her heels off in front of her. Her toes are painted a sexy pink. Seeing them naked in my home does something to my gut. I wouldn’t usually bring a woman back here, but I didn’t want to take her to the clubhouse. Saturday nights can get fucking crazy, and last thing I want her to see is the shit that can go down there.

“Are you going to be able to drive me home?” she asks, nodding at my drink. Putting my beer down beside me, I reach down and bring her right foot up to my lap. She turns her body and allows me to work my fingers, massaging the balls of her feet.

“Wasn’t planning on drivin’ you home tonight.” I smirk when her eyes flash with panic for a second.

“Is that right?” she asks as she tries to pull her foot back.

“Relax,” I say, keeping her foot there. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready,” I add, waiting for her to tell me she’s ready to go. It’s like I’m hanging on, waiting for her to put an end to this. Fuck, I’ve never worked so hard for something before.

She relaxes into a comfortable position, leaning back into the arm of the sofa. My fingers work a little harder, and she sighs her approval, the sound going straight to my dick. She must feel me growing hard under her foot; as when she looks up at me, lust flashes through her eyes. I recognize the desire flowing between us.

Without hesitation, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Her soft, warm lips part slowly, granting me access. The tip of her wet tongue comes out first, surprising me and spurring me on. I greet her with my own, our tongues fighting in combat, like our personalities. Taking over the kiss, my mouth captures her moans, her submission to the pleasure. The taste of her on my mouth fills me with a need to devour more of her. All of her.

Bringing her hands up into my hair, she lightly pulls at it as I bite down on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. Breaking our connection, I reposition myself, bringing my knee between the juncture of her legs; I lean forward, taking her mouth again, this time a little slower. Fisting a handful of her long dark hair, I tug hard, exposing her delicate neck. Latching on, I make it my mission to mark her.

All reason has left me.

The fact that I want to leave my mark on her should have me pulling back, but the thought of her seeing them tomorrow has me sucking harder. I know she’ll be pissed, but that just makes it even better.

“Don’t you fucking leave a mark,” she pants, still fisting my hair. She pulls at it harder, the sting making me suck more.

Her heavy breathing fills the quiet room as she grinds herself up against my leg seeking the friction she needs. My greedy hands work to pull down her top, exposing her perfect tits in a fancy lace bra that makes my dick even harder. Her small erect nipples outlined by the black lace, beg for my attention. Squeezing one tightly between my thumb and finger, I roll over the fabric. She whimpers at the pressure, rubbing faster against my leg. Abandoning her neck, I take the erect nipple in my mouth, biting over her lace. Her hand reaches for my pants flicking the button open. Anticipation flows through me, begging for her soft touch. Fumbling with our position, I take over, jerking the zip down.

Kadence’s hand slides in, her tight grip squeezes me firmly. The soft pad of her thumb runs along the head of my cock gathering the drop of pre-cum. Pulling her hand free, I sit back, fascinated, yet knowing what she’s about to do. Her pink tongue slowly comes out, the teasing in her gaze has me anxiously waiting for it, and in one slow sweep, she tastes me.

Fuck that was hot.

My mouth smashes to hers, fighting access past her lips like a starved man dying of thirst for his first drink. Her hand finds its way back in my pants. Her touch is like an instant vault straight to my gut. I pull back, making work of her jeans, but her fingers stop me.

“Now, don’t go all shy on me,” I say, waiting to taste her. Fuck, I need to taste her on my lips as much as I need to breathe.

“Let’s take it to the bedroom,” she pants, pulling her legs out from under me and quickly standing. I force my breathing to calm before I follow her up taking her hand in mine, directing her up to the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. With thoughts of taking her on the stairs, I push her up against the wall. Her hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down to her level. I drop one foot down to the stair below, her height so much shorter than my six-foot-two frame. My tongue intertwines with hers and I open my eyes to see hers closed shut. The tip of my cock sticks out from the tops of my jeans, begging me for attention. My head is in a craze, I don’t know what I want to do with her.