When You're Ready (Ready #1)(58)

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to control yourself...cause I’m not changing,” she said, emphasizing the last part slowly, as she ran her finger down her my chest, causing me to groan.

“This is not going to be fun for me,” I muttered as she pulled me toward the door.

I prayed that I could make it through the night without having to kick anyone’s ass.

I weaved my way through the thick crowd, drinks in hand, back to our table in the VIP area of the club. It was a small area, and not very well blocked off from the rest of the club, but this wasn’t New York. You were basically paying for the table, and surprisingly, they didn’t come cheap. But I would pay anything to make Clare happy, and I wanted this night to be perfect. I had seen her dance around the house with Maddie, and I knew how much she loved it. I couldn’t wait to be the one she was dancing with.

As our table came into view, I saw Clare politely trying to decline an invitation to dance from a man who had approached the table. My vision blurred, my pace doubled and by the time I reached the table I was seeing red.

Mine.

Clare noticed me bee-lining it to the table, and her look of relief calmed me a bit, knowing she saw me as her savior.

“Hey, buddy,” I said to the jackass macking on my woman, “I’d appreciate you backing off my girlfriend a bit. She doesn’t want to dance with you,” I assured him, setting down the drinks and inserting myself between the guy and Clare.

“Hey Dickwad, I think the lady can speak for herself,” the jackass said.

Dickwad? Who said shit like that? This dude must have had the IQ of a turnip.

“Listen ass**le, you’ve got about five seconds to walk away before I kick your ass and you find yourself waking up in a dark alley, permanently walking lopsided if you know what I mean.”

Based on his assumed IQ, I was a little afraid he actually wouldn’t get what I was talking about, but his eyes grew wide and he nodded his head, walking quickly away.

“That was really freaking hot, Logan,” Clare practically purred in my ear.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, her eyes roaming over my body again, making me ache and harden all at the same time.

“We need to dance. Now,” I demanded.

She agreed and I lead us to the dance floor. The music was loud, the bass low and vibrating against the walls, and there were bodies everywhere. I found an empty spot near the middle, spinning Clare around so her body was flush against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, as my hands found her waist, and we began to dance. Her hips slid against my hands as she moved up and down to the music, grinding her body against me. My hands found her ass, pulling her closer, as my mouth descended on hers.

I kissed her deeper, knowing we were going far beyond what should be done on a public dance floor, but I didn’t care. At this point the entire club could be watching and I couldn’t stop. At least the men would know she was mine and maybe leave her the f**k alone.

Clare broke our kiss, turning around, so her back was to me while keeping my hands snaked around her. She never stopped dancing, swaying her hips, and grinding her ass against my rock hard cock. She brought her arms back up, pulling my head down to her, completely consumed by the music and lust.

We danced like this, in our own world, for what seemed like forever. Panting, glistening with sweat, Clare leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to go freshen up in the restroom real quick. I’ll be right back.”

I escorted her back to the table and she fled to the restroom, leaving me alone, horny and sporting a huge erection.

Fuck this.

I had some unfinished business to attend to. And she had just walked into the ladies restroom.

~Clare~

Just as I had finished drying my hands and checking my makeup, there was a knock on the bathroom door. The line was long, but seriously, I had been in here for two minutes tops. Give a girl a break. I needed a breather. If I hadn’t fled the dance floor, I was pretty sure Logan would have tackled me to the floor and started ripping off my clothes. I had taken a step back, as hard as it was, to keep us from being arrested for indecent exposure.

As I opened the door and walked out, I was suddenly pushed back in by a familiar set of hands.

“What the -“

Logan kissed me with the force of a windstorm and I could do nothing but willingly take the brunt of his attack. He locked the door, securing our privacy.

He broke away and looked at me. His eyes were heavy with desire.

“You ran away didn’t you? Did you think coming in here would save you?” he asked, his voice softly purring in my ear. His skin was still slick with sweat, and I was surrounded by the scent of him. I wanted nothing more than to strip him bare and lick every inch of rock hard body.

“You’re wrong, Clare. Nothing will ever keep me from you. I’ll never stop chasing you.”

His movements were hurried and frantic as he lifted me up, sat me on the sink counter and spread my legs wide. My dress was pushed up to my waist, as his hands found my center, rubbing me through the thin fabric of my panties.

“Always so ready for me,” he murmured before gripping my thong and shredding it with his fingers. He took the now destroyed undergarment and placed it in the side pocket of his coat and then began unlatching his belt. The whole scene had me hovering on the edge, so overcome with need that I could feel my legs shaking in anticipation. Unable to wait, I reached out, pushing Logan’s hand out the way so I could take over the task of undressing him. I wanted to see him, touch him, and feel him buried deep inside me.