Jax (Titan #9)(45)

Her tongue stud slipped out and ran along her lip for a second. Then Seven took a long sip. "Do you care how or why I'm going to use you, sweetheart?"

"Nope." He chuckled, grateful that whatever he'd said to sour her before had disappeared in the busy crowd. And why had he thought it was just him playing a game? It wasn't as though she would be upset because he didn't give her the opportunity to detail her past. That wasn't them. She didn't want that. Neither of them did. "You know what's my favorite thing about you?"

"If you say my ability to ignore male attention, I'm going to be deeply disappointed in your creativity."

He gave a half-smile and a headshake and somehow knew that she didn't do the hair and her various accessories for others or attention. She dug how it turned out.

"Tell me," Seven whispered, but he heard her voice above every loud, crass noise in the place.

"You're no saint." Even if she sometimes sounded like an angel.

Her pink lips pursed into an unexpected smile. "Was it the piercings or the hair that gave me away?"

God… those piercings. All of them. He wanted the one on her tongue against his cock and the bars through her nipples playing in his mouth. He wanted to feel her in so many ways just to see how he could get her to sing.

"Let's get out of here." He put his hands on her sides, slid them slowly to her ass, and squeezed. Having a backside that filled his hands, that he could grip, dig his hands into, made his blood burn hot. That was the kind of ass Jax liked. A woman with curves. One who he could kiss up the backs of her legs, sink his teeth into her cheeks, then kiss his way up her back. "You ready?"

"I'm trying to stay in the lobby, bar—ya know, around—and keep an eye on who's here. For tonight."

"Right. Tonight?"

"I mentioned you were coming. You wanted to come with, I assume?"

He tilted his head to the side. "Yeah. I appreciate the invite."

"It's private. A few folks getting together before the big event tomorrow."

His jaw flexed as he hummed a non-answer. "Are you bringing me?"

"You already knew about tonight?" Her eyes accused him of what they both already seemed to know. "Were you hoping that if we hung out last night, maybe you'd get special access to whatever you wanted? Or just an invite to spend the night again?"

He hesitated. The safe play was to deny he knew. She would never know Titan had access to Mayhem's chatter. But there was the right thing to do by her. "Last night had nothing to do with this weekend, and I hoped to spend time with you before I knew there was a meetup. That I want access to."

She stared for what felt like decades. "Access and time?"

He shook his head. "Don't be like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you don't know who I am despite whatever roles we're both playing in Vegas."

Seven ran her tongue along her lip. "Give me more than that."

"You want, what? A definition? An agenda? For when? When we're with everyone or when I have you to myself?"

Her face flushed. "Did you have one?"

"If I did?" He brushed the hair off her neck, teasing the back of her hairline with his fingers. No one could see how he knotted the back of her hair around his fingers and pulled softly, but her head tilted back, and her lips parted.

Just as covertly as he'd pulled her hair, he adjusted the top of her sleeve for her and let his hand run down her arm, savoring the shiver bumps that erupted under his touch.

"I don't doubt your dirty mind always has plans."

"The dirtiest."

She came closer, until the way they stood was inexcusable for anything other than heading to bed. The steady beat of his heart quickened, and his mouth watered to kiss her.

"Jax, I—"

"Seven?" The gruff interruption of a man's voice reached through the crowd and ruined the heat building between them.

They both turned to see someone Jax couldn't identify but who was clearly Mayhem as he pushed through the crowd. "You seen Johnny or Hawke lately?"

Seven's quickstep back came with a laugh. "Johnny just left."

"Got it. Thanks, babe." The other man left as quickly as he'd come.

Jax wanted none of the distance Seven had put between them. "Back to our planning?"

"Is that what you want?"

Damn it. Whenever she got an interruption, she went cold. What the fuck did that mean? "Are you as worked up as I am?" He inched forward again.

She glanced away. "You're assuming a lot, my friend."

He put two fingers under her chin and directed her to face him. "Tell me you're not turned on."

"I'm not—"

He shook his head, not removing his hand from her chin. "I get that Johnny's not here so you don't need me to lean against, and you were pulled out of your moment."

"That wasn't like that, and you know it."

"Whatever your reasons are, that's cool. But don't deny that your nipples are hard and your pussy's aching for me."

"Jax." Her eyes went wide. "Why would I admit to that right now?"

He rubbed his thumb over her chin then let go. "Because it's the truth."