The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 206: Temptation

Despite all their time together, her father’s connections, and their very throughout ’make up’ session, Beatrix had something pure and innocent about her.

Of course that thought lasted about an hour until Beatrix had some alcohol in her and danced without shame. She pulled Rhys close and rolled her hips against him.

Rhys groaned as her ass rubbed his lap and her dress pulled up, nearly flashing her underwear. He spun her around and pulled her against him, sliding his leg between hers.

She moaned and ground her hips on his thigh. Rhys tipped her chin up and leaned down, brushing his nose along her temple to yell in her ear over the music. "You’re getting every man in here excited."

"Then you have the most desired woman in your arms," she yelled back. "Lucky you!"

Rhys tried to pull her back to him, but she fanned herself and went back to the bar to order a drink. He shook his head, finished dancing to the song, and returned to Beatrix. He didn’t bother to point out she’d broken her promise – to stay within touching distance – since he’d already had to pry three women off him.

Of course, as soon as he got to the bar, Beatrix wasn’t there. He turned around and found her on the dance floor. Her eyes glued to him and she stroked along her side, framing her body in a way that made Rhys’s mouth water. He took a slow breath, trying to calm his body’s immediate reaction to her.

As she moved to the beat, swaying side to side, rolling her entire body and bouncing, Rhys noticed other eyes on her. He didn’t want another soul touching her tonight. Damien was busy and that meant Beatrix was his, entirely and completely.

Fitting himself against her back, He cradled her hips and moved to the beat with her, guiding every move. "You’re are pure temptation."

"Says the devil himself," Beatrix retorted.

Rhys groaned and slowly stroked up her side, nearly cupping her breast as his other hand slid down her belly, hovering just above her mound. Beatrix moaned and wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, her lips brushing his neck and heat radiates out from that point.

"I want you," Rhys growled against her ear. "Can you feel how much?"

Beatrix bit her lip as she pushed away from him. "I don’t know if you want me enough."

Rhys’s teeth clenched together as another man approached Beatrix. He’d promised not to fight, but her teasing had him all riled. He snatched her hand, spun her under his arm, and pulled her back against his body.

Beatrix panted as she looked up at Rhys. She rubbed his hip, then grabbed his ass, jerking him against her with a slow, wicked smile that had Rhys’s heart pounding in his chest at a mile a minute.

"You’re driving me insane," he warned.

"Then we’re finally even," she answered, continuing to rub and roll her body against his. Rhys grabbed a handful of her ass, digging his fingers in so Beatrix didn’t have a choice but to feel his hard on. Beatrix nipped his neck. "Since you’ve had me crazy in the past few days."

Gripping the back of her neck, Rhys kissed her hard and hungry, right there to mark his territory. Beatrix was his, entirely and completely. He nibbled her bottom lip, then licked into her mouth, tangling their tongues and moaning against her tongue.

Beatrix paused, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing every inch of her body against his. Rhys groaned and grabbed her ass with both hands shamelessly, pulling her up on her toes.

He drew back just as Beatrix had swooned completely against him, surrendering to the heat that had been building between them all night. Rhys grinned and kissed up and down Beatrix’s neck as Beatrix stroked him and continued moving to the beat slowly against Rhys.

He sighed against her ear. "I’m willing to pick you up and carry you out of the club right now. I can’t promise we’re going to make it back to your house before I make you come."

"Then clearly you need more alcohol to increase your patience," Beatrix giggled.

She tried to escape, but Rhys pulled her back. Something in his eyes must have conveyed exactly how serious he was about having Beatrix. She swallowed and gripped his shirt, pulling herself against him. Her thigh brushed his hard on and he groaned softly.

"So we’re done dancing?"

"I’m not getting any softer with you dancing like that," Rhys agreed.

Beatrix bit her lip and took his hand, slowly leading him back to the bar. As he worked on cashing out, she took the opportunity to tease him further. Beatrix wasn’t about to let up just because Rhys was doing something.

Despite standing in front of him, she slowly stroked over his hard cock with light strokes of her fingers. His hips flexed into her hand just in time for Beatrix to move her hand and rub her ass against him while nearly bending over one of the stools.

Rhys hissed and slowly trailed his fingers up her spine and to the sensitive nape of her neck. She shivered and stood up just for him to brush his soft lips over her throat. He nibbled her earlobe and Beatrix fought to catch her breath as Rhys signed the receipt.

"You’re coming before we get home," Rhys promised in Beatrix’s ear.

She shuddered, but moved with him to outside the bar. The second the music ebbed, Rhys swept her up in his arms and kissed her hungrily. If she hadn’t already been tipsy from alcohol, she would have gotten drunk on his kiss. His tongue slipped along hers and she moaned as she tasted the bourbon he’d been drinking.