“You’re here.” Kian’s smile flashed bright in the dim light of the club and caused all sorts of funny things to flip around inside me.

It also set girl parts to tingling in ways they hadn’t in a while.

Smiling at him, I lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I told you I’d be here.” I took a sip of my drink which was watered down to mostly ice right now. As I lowered the glass back down, I glanced over at the dance floor then back at him. “You want to dance?”

The look he gave me was answer enough, and he led me onto the dance floor just as a slower song was starting.

His hands settled low on my hips, and he brought me in close contact with his lower body, making those funny flips start all over again, while the tingling girl parts threatened to do more than tingle. Melting might be in order.

The man could move.

We didn’t talk much. The music was just a little too loud, and I didn’t think either of us was in any mood for it.

As the ballad slipped into a faster pace, the two of us sped up tempo, but he didn’t let much more space come between us, and the friction of his body rubbing against mine was both temptation and torment. I didn’t know if I loved it or hated it.

I decided, though, when he eased farther back.

I tried to close the distance again, and the moment I did, I realized why he’d broken away.

His cock brushed my hip, heavy and thick.

He was as aroused as I was.

My feet suddenly felt unusually heavy, and I half-tripped over the next step. Kian’s hands steadied me…as did his body. “You okay?” he asked, the words spoken directly into my ear.

I should have just said I was fine and broken away.

My life was a complicated mess, and the last time I’d gotten involved with a guy, it had made my life even messier. But it had been so long since it had been anything but me, myself, and I alone in my bed, and I ached to feel a man’s body moving against mine.

No.

Not just any man.

This man.

Slowly, I placed my hands on his chest, still swaying to the music, although it was slower.

Sliding my palms upward, I moved in closer to him, not bothering to hide the intent.

His hands tightened on my hips, and for one brief second, he dragged me in closer. I felt all of him. Or at least it sure as hell felt like it.

A moan threatened to roll out of me, but I swallowed it down.

He acted like he heard it anyway, even above the music and the chaos of hundreds of bodies moving around us.

The pupils in his eyes flared, the black swallowing up the blue as he pulled me in closer, one hand leaving my hip to slide around and rest just above my butt. His fingers splayed wide, and I could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of my dress.

Our gazes locked and held as he dipped his head to mine, brushing his lips against mine.

A first kiss is a crazy thing.

It can be a disappointment, a rush, a tease, a promise.

It can be a hundred other things and none of them.

Somehow, this kiss managed to disappoint, tease, and promise, an incongruous mix, if ever there was one.

It disappointed because he ended it too quickly.

It was a tease because all he did was rub his lips against mine and part them just enough to flick his tongue against the seam of my mouth.

Just as I opened my mouth to accept him, he lifted his head a fraction, pausing to drop one more kiss – a promise.

The taste of him swam in my head, and I swallowed it down, wishing I could capture this moment forever.

It was already gone, though, and he was looking down at me, almost like he wasn’t sure how to take me.

I wanted to take his head between my hands and haul it down to meet me, catch his mouth again and have a deeper, wetter kiss, something that would both ease and aggravate the aching emptiness that had taken up residence between my thighs.

Before I could decide on a course of action, he had me backed up against a low wall, the divider that separated the dance floor from the bar. I hadn’t even realized he’d been navigating us off the floor. But I didn’t mind. Reaching up, I laced my fingers behind his neck.

This time, I was the one who initiated the kiss, pulling his head to mine.

His mouth slanted against mine, and he groaned, opening for me when I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

I wasn’t one to wait around for what I wanted – there just wasn’t any time in my life for that.

Kian didn’t mind at all, as evidenced by the way his hand tangled in my hair, and he urged me on by boosting me up with one arm around my waist.

Ohhhhh…that was nice. It brought his cock right in line with the aching heat between my thighs, and I thought maybe, just maybe, I could curl up around him, work his jeans free and just ride him–

“Come with me?”

His harshly panted words interrupted the torrid picture forming in my mind, and I stared up at him, trying to make my fuzzy brain function. “What?”

“I want to be with you.” The way he was looking at me made it clear just how he meant it too. “There’s a hotel at the end of the street. Come with me?”

It was foolish to say yes.

I knew that.

Maybe I hadn’t grown up in mainstream society, but I wasn’t isolated from it. However, this was something I wanted enough to risk it.

“Hell, yes.”

The time it took to fight our way out of the club and walk a block seemed insanely long.

The clock didn’t seem to speed up much between the time we walked through the automatic doors, and he checked us in, either. I was almost ready to just jump on him by the time we were standing in front of the room he’d paid for, and if it wouldn’t have stripped away all dignity, I might have grabbed him and started rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

My dignity was saved as he finally got the door open and we walked inside.

I’d worried there might be some awkwardness once we got inside.

He left me standing by the door, and as a few seconds ticked by, the silence swelling, I felt that oh, shit, this was stupid sensation swelling inside me.

But then music began to pulse.

I jerked at the sound of it and looked up, saw him rising from the bed.

His phone glowed in the dim light on the table behind him, and I realized what he’d done.

Music played.

It wasn’t like the club music.

It was something low and bluesy. Beautiful, really.

When he held out his hand to me, I accepted and let him draw me up against him.

“I’ve wanted to be alone with you pretty much from the very first time we danced,” he murmured against my neck. Then he raked his teeth down the sensitive arch.

I was already his, just from that one simple, erotic act.

Shivering, I arched closer, my head falling to the side. He followed the silent command and nuzzled me, seeking out the most sensitive spot, the very area where neck and shoulder joined. He bit me there lightly, and jolts of pleasure sparked through me.

He spun me around, and I gasped as he dipped me low. When he brought me back up, my hips tucked tight against his, I felt the ridge of his cock more firmly, and wet heat exploded inside me.

I wanted him.

Sliding my hands under the hemline of his shirt, I sought warm, smooth skin and sank my nails in.

His lashes drooped low, and he spun me around, tucking my back against his front.

The cut of my dress left my back mostly bare, and now nothing separated us but his shirt. I slid one hand back, twisting until I could grasp a handful of it. “Take this off,” I said.

He complied, and when he came back to me, naked skin kissed my bare back. I gasped at the shock of the contact, my nipples tightening to hard, aching points.

He gripped my hips and nudged his cock against my ass. “I think I could fuck you like this, dancing with you and listening to these sweet little sounds you make.”

“Ain’t going to happen,” I said. “I’m going to get too greedy.”

I proved my point by taking one of his hands and guiding it to my breast.

“Hmmm. Let’s hear it for greed.” He tweaked my nipple, then rolled it, listening to the sounds he apparently liked and finding how I liked to be touched. So far, he hadn’t gotten off course once.

A tug at my neck freed the halter-style design of my dress, and it sagged, then fell to my waist.

He whispered in my ear, “Look.”

Dragging my lashes up, I jolted a little to see the two of us swaying in the mirror affixed to the wall in front of me.

My breasts were lifted, one of my arms twined up and back, curled around his neck. He had one breast plumped in his hand while his free hand gripped my hip. “That’s the sexiest damn thing I think I’ve ever seen,” Kian told me.

Without giving me a chance to answer, he spun me around so we faced each other, and his mouth came crushing down on mine. Urgency replaced the almost playful seduction, and the two of us fumbled our way to the bed. As I went to my back, he came down on top of me. I braced my hands against his chest.

“You got protection?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He dipped his head and caught my mouth in another kiss. “Fuck, Suria…I could eat you alive.”

I didn’t mind the sound of that one bit.

He used his knee to spread my thighs and knelt there, reaching into his pocket for something. I saw the rubber a moment later and lay there, panting hard, the breath knocked out of me. As he freed himself from his jeans, I licked my lips, the urge to rise up and take him into my mouth massive.

But I had a deeper need to feel him in me, to feel his weight pressing me down as he rode me. Then he was on me, and I gasped as I felt the head of his cock rub against my entrance.

When he entered me, my breath caught inside my lungs and seemed trapped there as he slowly filled me, inch by inch, until I didn’t think I could take any more.

Then he pulled out and started the slow, inexorable claiming all over again.

I wanted to beg, to demand he go quicker, but I still couldn’t breathe.

Grabbing his shoulders, I pierced his skin with my nails and arched up.

He shuddered.

I raked my nails down his shoulders and rose up to bite his chest.

He thrust deeper, harder.

Finally, one small scream broke out of me, the release of air an overwhelming relief, but nothing like the feel of him filling me again, faster this time. And harder.

Again, he knocked the air out of me until I was struggling for it, but this time, I didn’t care.

The orgasm that slammed into me was more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced.

It seemed like my skin was still buzzing from Kian’s touch when I slid into the house almost two hours later.

It had only taken me twenty minutes to get from the club to my house this time of night, especially on a weekend, but Kian had been…greedy, and the second time had been more intense than the first.

Now, weak-kneed and exhausted, I wanted to find my bed and drop down, sleep like the dead the way he’d been when I’d finally slipped from the room.

On quiet feet, I crept through the back of the house, avoiding the spots on the floor that creaked, and paused just outside my door to listen – that door squeaked like a bitch.

I heard my father’s voice, and I grimaced, knowing I needed to haul ass and get in my room before he came and found me dressed up like a whore – which was how he’d see it. He’d know I’d gone out, and while I didn’t really care if he did know at this point, I was too tired to fight with him.

But his voice didn’t grow any closer.

And as I stood there, I caught the sound of another voice.

Vano’s.

Shit.

Easing down the hall, I crept as close as I dared so I’d be able to hear. They had to have been talking on the front porch. If they were any closer, I would have realized Vano was there sooner.

“See, it’s a good match, don’t you think, Vano?”

“I can see why you’d think so, Gabriel,” Vano said, amusement lacing his words. “But the final decision isn’t up to you. Old friend, what do you say?”

Good match. My stomach churned at just what that might mean.

“I’ve been looking to take a wife,” the third said. “And yes, she’s beautiful.”

I wanted to puke. Who were they talking about?

A floorboard from the rickety porch squeaked, and I backed away, moving deeper into the house. Inside my room, I quickly changed out of the dress and pulled on the long shirt I always wore, grabbing a pair of yoga pants to go with it.

A good match.

Fury burned inside me, making me all but forget about the wonderful night I’d just experienced.

Who were they talking about?

And who was the third guy out there talking?