Kiro's Emily (Rosemary Beach #10)(3)

I looked to see where he was headed, and my gaze stopped the moment I saw her. Motherf*cking hell.

I took a step forward, but the blonde on her knees was blocking my way. I shoved her hands away and moved around her.

“I’ll be good. Just come talk to me,” Trac said again, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Her eyes went wide, and I realized the gorgeous brunette was the one Trac was talking to. I didn’t like that. Where had she come from? I had never seen her before, because I sure as hell would have remembered.

She wasn’t dressed like the other women here. The jeans and sweater she had on fit her curvy body nicely. She didn’t need to show off all she had to get attention. Her perfect pink lips were so damn full they made a man think about where he wanted them. The package was perfect, but damn, it was that innocent look in her eyes that sucked me in.

She didn’t belong here. But she’d gotten in, and I was going to f*cking have her. Trac could give it up. They all wanted me. I was the ultimate motherf*cking prize. I didn’t have to compete with the others. This one was mine tonight.

I was almost to her when she spun around and hurried toward the exit. Shit! I stalked toward Trac, giving him one hard push. He stumbled and fell over against the wall as I brushed past him.

I heard him curse and call me “a sorry motherf*cking bastard.” I didn’t care. He was going to have to get over it. That one was mine. I might even f*ck this one twice before I was done.

The guard at the door saw me coming and stood in front of the exit, blocking her in for me. She asked him to move in the sweetest Southern accent I’d ever heard. Fuck me.

“I just want to leave. No one even cares that I’m here, I assure you. I only got in because of my cousin. She’s the one the guys want.”

Her cousin? Fuck, did it get better than her?

The guard lifted his eyes to me, and she turned to see who he was looking at. I could feel the small gasp she released in my damn dick. Shit, this one was hot.

Hell, no, she wasn’t leaving. I had been having a hard time picking one tonight to take back to the hotel, but I’d hit the goddamn jackpot. I bet she smelled sweet, too. Her * wouldn’t be overused. I bet it was tight.

“You leaving without saying hello?” I asked, flashing her the smile that got me into panties even before I was a rock star.

She sucked in another breath, and her face was so damn expressive. I could see surprise, then shock, then confusion, all swirl in her pretty eyes. I wondered how those eyes would look when I made her come. I was f*cking finding out.

When it was apparent that she wasn’t going to speak, I took another step toward her and ran a finger down her cheek, just to see if that skin was as soft as it looked. Fuck me, it was. Then she shivered.

“You got a name, Princess?” I asked, surprising myself. I didn’t ever ask names. I just called them all Princess. It was easier.

“I’m just . . . I need . . . I was leaving. I gotta go,” she stammered, pointing over her shoulder toward the door my man still guarded.

Had Trac scared her? Stupid f*cker better not have hurt her. She was like one of those beautiful dolls you weren’t supposed to touch because they might break.

“But you can’t leave yet. We haven’t met,” I said, slipping a hand to rest on her hip, skimming past her tiny waist and flaring hips. That ass would be one I would need to shoot my load all over.

“I’m just here with my cousin. Not . . . I mean . . . I’m not actually a guest. I got in because of her. She’s all set now, so I’m leaving.”

Sweet. Jesus Christ, she was so damn sweet. How could a woman look like this and be this sweet? This shit didn’t happen.

“You’re a guest now. You’re my guest,” I informed her. I held out a hand for her to take. “Come with me. We can go somewhere quiet, and you can tell me all about yourself.”

She started shaking her head. “Oh, no. That’s not . . . I just need to leave. I’m tired.”

I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. I didn’t know how to handle this. She was turning me down. Me. No one told me no. Ever. Was this a game? Was that sweetness just an act? Did she get what she wanted by playing hard-to-get and whetting a man’s appetite with that f*ckable body in clothes that only hinted at what was underneath? Because if it was, it was brilliant. I wanted her. Now. This act was working.

I smirked and took one more step toward her. If she backed up, she’d be pressing against my guard. So I had her. It was me or him. Lowering my head, I brushed my lips over her ear and inhaled. Fuck me, f*ck me, she smelled like honey.

“Want you naked and underneath me. This is working, Princess. Now it’s time to give in.”

Her body went taut, and she stopped breathing. I waited for her to inhale again while I ran my nose up her neck and saturated myself with how f*cking amazing she smelled.

“No. I don’t do this,” she said, sounding breathless. “I just want to leave.”

Lifting my head, I looked her in the eyes and saw the fear this time. It was real. She was scared of me. Why was she f*cking scared of me? The innocence in her eyes was real. It screamed that she was to be looked at but not touched.

“Please,” she begged softly. “Please let me go.”

I loved for women to beg me. Granted, I loved to hear them beg for my dick. Or beg me to f*ck them harder. But this . . . it gripped my chest. Fuck me, I was gonna let her go. Because she’d said please. And she’d motherf*cking meant it.