Techno music blasted from the DJ booth and lights flashed and swirled around the nightclub. Massive cogs of varying sizes decorated the wall behind the bar with the bar itself lit with red strip lighting, casting eerie shadows. The place was packed, bodies squeezed together on the dance floor, the booths on the far wall full to capacity. The clever use of scaffolding creating an upstairs balcony overlooking the main dance floor was equally packed. I pushed my way to the bar and waited to be served.

Carter was here somewhere. We'd agreed to case the joint tonight, undercover, before he took his two days leave. We'd both ditched our uniforms. Carter was sexy as sin in black jeans and T-shirt and I was the first to admit he rocked the all black look. I was dressed in tight black jeans and an off the shoulder white top that tied at my midriff. The sleeves hugged my arms to the elbow then flowed into a white lace. All in all, I exposed enough flesh without looking slutty. I hoped.

The bartender finally arrived and I ordered a vodka and cranberry juice. I ditched the straw and brought the glass to my lips, uncaring of the velvet red lipstick mark I left behind. Wanting to fit in, I'd darkened my eyes with kohl eyeliner and coated my lips with the exotic lipstick. I left my straight hair loose and it swung around me, almost reaching my waist.

I turned my back to the bar, drink in hand, while I surveyed my surroundings. Across the room, my eyes landed on Nate Wilder. He was standing with a group, talking, a tumbler of…something in his hand. I hadn't really been expecting to run across him here tonight. Rumor had it that he didn't frequent the club all that often, that he left the running of it to his business partner Xavier Elizondo. I continued to study him, not believing my luck. He was taller than those around him, and I felt voyeuristic as my eyes drank in his hard body. His photo didn't do him justice. In person he was stunning.

I saw movement behind his shoulder and my eyes landed on Carter. His dark eyes looked up and met mine. I blinked but didn't look away. He continued to watch me for a moment before the woman at his side demanded his attention and he turned his gaze to her. With a shuddering sigh, I gulped the rest of my drink and turned back to the bar, raising my glass to the bartender. I needed another. My body heated and my skin tingled all over, and it wasn't from the alcohol.

I was confused. What was happening? This couldn't happen with Carter. It would ruin everything. Having grown up without a mother or close girlfriends to talk to about boys, I was adrift. I wasn't a virgin and I wasn't a prude. My body had urges and I'd take a lover to my bed to assuage them. Never a relationship though. One night, sometimes two, and I was done, but those encounters hadn't prepared me for the lustful thoughts I was having for my co-worker.

A pulse of energy ran along my spine and I snapped my head up, looking into the mirror behind the bar. Carter stood behind me, not quite touching but I could feel him, the heat of him the entire length of him at my back. His eyes met mine in our reflection.

"Dance with me." It wasn't a question.

I couldn't think clearly with him so close. I turned around to face him, trapped between him and the bar. I tilted my head and looked up. So close. Dragging in a breath, I let his scent fill my nose: chocolate and musk and something else, something masculine and purely him. I still hadn't answered, just stood looking at him, praying to God I wasn't drooling. Taking my silence as assent, he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I followed, unresisting, the electricity pulsing through me from where his hand held mine, swirling through me and pooling in my lower abdomen.

Carter pulled me into his arms loosely, leaving me room for escape if I chose. I chose not to. This was too delicious; my toes were positively curling in my boots. Our bodies moved to the heavy rhythm and he inched closer, his hands settling on my hips. I could feel the heat of them burning through my denim jeans. Man, was it hot in here or was it just me? The music thrummed through me, loud and primal and I responded to the beat, letting my body bend and sway to the rhythm. I spun in his arms, pushing my back against his chest. His hands splayed across my bare abdomen and the touch of his flesh on mine sizzled. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. I let my own hands do some exploring of their own, running down the outside of his thighs as far as I could reach, then back up again. His muscles clenched beneath my touch and my lips curled in feminine power. A hand left my waist to brush my hair away from my shoulder, then his lips were there, nuzzling against my flesh and nibbling at my neck. My hips swayed seductively, any inhibitions long since forgotten. Carter followed my movements, his erection pressing into my lower back. He growled, his teeth grazing my skin.

He turned me in his arms, pulling me tightly against him, his hands sweeping down my back to clasp my behind and press me in closer. We were barely moving, the music forgotten as we practically dry humped each other on the dance floor. I didn't care. What I was feeling now was indescribable and I wanted more of it.

"You smell incredible." Leaning in, he sniffed at my throat. I took in a ragged breath as he bent down and kissed the side of my neck, his teeth once again scraping my skin.

My body quivered with each touch of his mouth. I moaned when his teeth scraped then his lips and tongue soothed. My mind was a fog. I couldn't think, just feel. With a burning need, I turned my head and sought his mouth with mine. Our lips met with a clash of teeth and tongues. I devoured him, frantic for more. I wasn't alone, he was grinding against me, his hand tangled in my hair to angle my head back for better access to my mouth. I wanted him. Wanted to feast on him until I was sated.

"Are you sure?" His voice was low and rough and brought me to my senses like a bucket of icy water being dumped on my head. Pushing away from him, I tried to get myself back under control as my heart thundered in my chest. What was that? I was curious but wary. This was a path I'd promised myself I'd never go down, yet here I was, locking lips with him and loving every second. Jesus Christ.

"I didn't intend for that to happen." He straightened up, making sure I had my balance before taking a step back.

"Me either," I admitted. "But I'm not sorry."

"You're not?" He looked surprised.

"That was fucking incredible." I looked him in the eye. His slight frown eased and he grinned at me.

"It was." He ran a gentle finger down my cheek, then froze, his focus on something behind me.

"Nate Wilder is leaving the club. Let's go." He was all SIA Agent. I was impressed with how quickly he switched gears, one-minute passionate wolf, the next a cold and steely agent. It turned me on even more and again I was puzzled by the sudden overwhelming urge to have him. Okay, well, maybe it wasn't sudden per se, but I'd vowed never to act on it, yet tonight, here at the club, I was all over him like bees to honeycomb and I wasn't feeling even the slightest twinge of remorse. Yet.