Iris (The Wild Side #2)(6)

I held her in place and rocked against her, mouth still unrelenting on hers, invading her mouth.

She took it, her soft body accepting mine without question or hesitation.

I was on the brink of embarrassing myself when I tore my mouth away.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I finally said. I’d been patient enough, and it seemed appropriate, since I was full on groping her in public, and about a second from coming.

“Please,” I added, playing as nice as I could stand.

I thought briefly about how I wished I’d brought a bigger car, because I wasn’t likely to last the drive home, and I didn’t particularly want to find out how cramped it was to f**k in the backseat of a Tesla.

Her jaw slack, eyes closed, she shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I shook my head, my mind too slow, too focused on other things to comprehend her answer. My hand was still in her shirt, stretching her bra to cup one ripe breast while my thumb rubbed back and forth over her hardened nipple. The other was still up her dress, her firm, bare ass cupped in my hand.

I moved my mouth along her jaw, down her neck, and all sense of public decency lost, I nuzzled into her cle**age, her warm, quivering br**sts welcoming me as she arched with a moan.

Why wasn’t there a f**king alley nearby? I wondered.

Fucking Vegas, with its strip malls, all the buildings connected, no alleys in sight.

It was f**king inconvenient in the extreme.

I nosed her shirt aside, sucking at her crested nipple through the filmy material of her useless bra, nudging my erection insistently against her giving flesh with every draw.

I’d lost it. Lost all sense of place or public decency.

Lost it with all rational thought.

Because I was f**king out of my mind with lust.

I took my mouth away from her skin again, panting hard, still keeping my hands full of her, hard-on still raging against her, a second away from exploding.

“We need to go somewhere private,” I told her firmly, my tone gone beyond polite and brooking no refusal. “Now.”

“I can’t. I want to go with you, and even though I’m not sure I should want that, that’s not what’s keeping me away.”

I blinked at her, trying to make my slowed mind process what she was saying.

As it began to sink in, I felt my teeth grinding together, my hands kneading hard at her flesh, which was clearly giving me a different story than her mouth.

I didn’t know what to address first.

Both of her statements bothered me.

“Why aren’t you sure?”

“Things didn’t exactly end well between us, Dair. You hurt me. I gave you my best, and you thought the worst of me. I’m not sure we should do this again.”

My nostrils flared, eyes going wide. It was odd, but lust channeled very naturally into anger.

Or perhaps the anger had been there all along, just below the surface, bowing down to the stronger urge.

“You didn’t give me the truth,” I told her pointedly. I’d given this a lot of thought. “You gave me the you that’s too good to be real. I need the real.”

“This is real. I gave you real. Listen, my life’s a mess you don’t need to get mixed up in, but I’ve been real to you from the get-go. I wanted you. I still do. More than anything.”

The anger went under the surface again, superseded by her admission of wanting me.

Her hands had been gripping my shoulders from the moment I’d pressed her to the wall.

I needed more.

I put my mouth to her ear. “Touch me,” I breathed. My hands were full of her, and I had no intention of letting go.

She gasped. “Things will get out of hand if I start touching you, I guarantee it.”

My laugh was a choked bark of a noise. “You think they aren’t already?”

One soft hand touched my cheek, while the other stroked down to my chest, my stomach, then lower, to feel between our bodies.

“Touch my skin,” I breathed into her ear, moving my mouth down to suck at her neck.

She moaned and plunged her hand down my pants, gripping my straining length, her arm noticeably trembling.

She’d barely begun to stroke the thick curve of me when a loud cleared throat had me pulling back enough to glance behind me.

I started cursing as I extricated myself and straightened away from her.

A police officer stood not four feet away, arms crossed over his chest, looking stern.

I dragged an agitated hand through my hair as I took a pointed step away from Iris.

My mind started going over all of the things we’d been doing openly, in public, in broad daylight.

I cataloged every debauched thing we’d done against that building.

It wasn’t good.

Shit.

Were we about to be arrested for lewd acts in public?

It seemed more than feasible.

I cursed again, glancing around, as though just seeing our surroundings for the first time.

There weren’t too many people around. And at least there weren’t any children within sight.

It was something.

“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Masters,” the police officer said, making me stare at him more closely. He knew my name, and he sounded more sheepish than authoritative.

I studied him and was thrilled to see the signs. He was a fan.