She waved the waitress over, impatient to get on with forgetting about Reno and his arrogant my-way-or-no-way attitude.
“You like fooling yourself is what you like,” Morganna laughed after they gave the waitress their drink orders. “But you go right ahead. I like watching Reno in action. He’s smooth. Clint should take lessons.”
Raven directed a dark look at her friend.
“Drop the subject. I’m here to have a good time, not to talk about Reno.”
She danced with the first man who asked, not the up close, slow and sway, but a fast hard beat that filled her veins and allowed her to ignore the memories threatening to overwhelm her senses.
She sat out the slower dances, a rare occurrence for her, which only made her angrier. But she couldn’t stand the thought of another man holding her, not yet. God, how pathetic was that, she wondered as she moved to the hard beat echoing though the club.
She swayed in time to songs, her hair flowing down her back, caressing her upper shoulders, reminding her of Reno’s touch. She closed her eyes and saw his face, only to snap them open and glare at her present partner.
She glanced across the room and her heart shuddered in her chest as she swore she caught a glimpse of him moving through the crowd. No one could move like Reno, with a male predatory grace that drew the eye and had women panting to rub against him like cats.
Shaking her head, she pushed the suspicion away.
She didn’t know why she was letting this affect her so drastically. The physical attraction had bloomed between them for years now. She had known that she would eventually end up beneath Reno in bed; she just hadn’t expected the raw power of it.
She moved back as the rawboned, broad young man she was dancing with reached out to clasp her hip, flashing him an irritated frown when he pouted back at her. She wasn’t in the mood to be groped. She wanted to dance, expend the energy pulsing in her body and forget about the one man she knew would be cemented in her brain forever now.
As the band paused, preparing to strike up another number, a hard hand suddenly gripped her wrist, pulling her around as she gasped in surprise.
Oh hell. Reno was pissed.
She stared up at him, aware of the immediate hardening of her nipples and their ultrasensitivity against the lace of her bra. Between her thighs, her clit began to throb with the same furious, hard beat of her heart.
“Well, fancy seeing you here,” she yelled out above the music as he began to drag her across the dance floor. “Let me guess, Morganna called you.”
“Morganna shows good sense at the oddest moments.” His head turned, eyes narrowed on her as he began to pull her out of the crowd. He stalked across the room, heading for the shadowed corner of her table. Rather than being pushed into one of the chairs there, she found herself flattened against the wall as his head lowered, his lips at her ear.
“What are you doing here?" She stared up at him defiantly. “I don’t remember inviting you.”
“No, you were too damned busy running away from me,” he snapped.
She should have told him then and there she didn’t want him, didn’t need him, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
“Jealous, Reno?" She was breathing harder, her nipples pebbled and pressed tight against her dress.
“Not jealous at all,” he assured her tightly. “You wouldn’t let another man touch you, would you, Raven? You know who that sweet little body belongs to, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” She smiled slowly, aware of the drowsy passion that reflected in her expression. “Me.”
He nipped her ear firmly, sending shudders racing through her. “I’m going to paddle your ass for that one.”
“Oh, spank me.” She gave a mock shiver, her voice sarcastic despite the tremors of trepidation skittering up her spine.
She gave a startled jerk as he imprisoned both wrists in one hand, holding them above her head as the other moved to the back of her thigh, running up the skirt of the dress to cup one rounded cheek of her ass firmly.
The feel of his hand, callused and warm, had her breath catching in her throat. The implied threat in the action should have pissed her off, at the very least should have made her more nervous than aroused.
“Oh baby, I will spank you.” To prove his point, his hand moved back before delivering a light, warming tap to her flesh. “You have no idea how well I’m going to spank that pretty little ass. If you wanted to play the vixen, sweetheart, then you knew where I was. You could have come to me.”
Her head fell back against the wall as his fingers slid beneath the edge of her panties and trailed down the narrow crevice separating her buttocks.
“I wanted to forget about you, not run to you,” she snapped breathlessly, fighting herself and the weakness that struck her knees as his fingers probed ever closer to the slick curves of her cunt.
She could feel her flesh heating further, the thick juices coating her pussy, preparing her for him as her mind filled with the erotic images of the night before. Reno coming over her, parting her thighs as he slid between them.
Her breath hitched in her throat as her vagina spasmed in greedy hunger.
“We're going to discuss that one as well, darlin',” he growled at her ear, pressing his hips against her lower stomach, letting her feel the thick erection behind the fly of his jeans. “We're going to discuss all your little bad habits, in depth.” Two fingers plunged inside the weeping entrance of her cleft, stretching her sensitive flesh as he pushed her to the edge of climax.
The music surrounded them, the awareness that anyone could be watching. Not that they would see much the way Reno had positioned her.
“Reno…" Her gasping wail was low, a throttled cry of need as his lips slid to her throat, his teeth raking as he took gentle nips, then soothed the little fire with the warmth of his lips and tongue.
“Damn you, Raven.” His voice was rough, the edge of control apparent in the husky baritone. “You’re pushing me too far, baby. Only you would refuse to settle back and see where the hell this could go. Why do you want to push me?”
He thrust his fingers in her weeping pussy, holding her on the edge of sanity as she fought to keep from screaming out her demand that he take her. There and then.
“I’m not pushing you,” she gasped. “You keep pushing…. Ah God, Reno.” She had to bite her lip to keep from begging as he slid his fingers from her, panting as his lips continued to caress her neck, his breathing heavy and labored.