Club Prive by MS Parker

had darkened to the color of a summer night’s sky, that almost-purple shade right before the stars came out. His lips curved up into a wicked smile that made things in my stomach tighten. “What a coincidence. I’ve been thinking the exact same thing.” He lowered his head, then paused with his lips just centimeters from mine. His voice was serious as he asked, “I need to know how—”
     
    “Drunk I am?” I finished his sentence. “Enough to know that driving’s not a good idea, but that this definitely is.”
     
    The words were barely out of my mouth before he was closing the gap between us. His arms went around my waist, his hand sliding up my back to the bare place between my shoulderblades. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bending them so that I could get a hand in the hair at the base of his neck. It was just as soft as I’d imagined it would be. I tilted my head, parting my lips to grant his tongue access. He pulled me closer until our chests were pressed together and I was on the edge of my seat, in danger of falling. As his tongue explored my mouth, his hands shifted, one moving to the base of my skull, cupping the back of my head as if he needed to hold me in place. The other dropped lower, coming to rest at the spot where the small of my back met the very top of my ass.
     
    I wanted more. I ran my hands over his back, feeling his muscles beneath the thin material of his shirt. I wanted to see them, feel his skin against mine. I pressed my thighs together as the very center of me throbbed in anticipation.
     
    Gavin tore his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine. “Maybe I better take you home now.”
     
    I could hear the reluctance in his voice, his ragged breathing telling me exactly what he wanted. He wanted this, but his offer to take me home was my out. I could go and invite him up, or just go up alone. Whatever happened, it would be my choice. There was just one little problem with that idea.
     
    “That sounds like a good plan,” I said, my voice just as breathless as his. I slid my hand between us and placed it on his chest. His heart thudded against my palm. “Only, I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
     
    Gavin caught his breath, moving back so that he could meet my eyes. He kept his gaze on my face as the hand on my head moved down, sliding slowly around my side. I couldn’t hold back the moan as his thumb brushed against the side of my breast. Heat seared across my skin, following his hand as it trailed over my stomach and down to my thigh. He stopped there, fingers splayed across the upper part of my leg so that they were right at the crease of my hip and, if I hadn’t been wearing a skirt, his thumb would’ve been dangerously close to something very intimate.
     
    My lips were parted, breath puffing in and out in time with my racing heart. I wanted him to touch me so badly. I’d never fully understood the word craved until that very moment. It was like every cell in my body ached and I knew that there was only one thing that could relieve me.
     
    “You know,” he said. “They do have a private room upstairs.”
     
    “What kind of room?” The question came out before I’d realized I was going to ask it.
     
    His fingers flexed on my leg and my already damp panties grew wetter when he said, “The kind of room that has a lock on the door. I could give you a tour.”
     
    Hell yes. I practically jumped to my feet. “I’d like that tour right now, please.” I grabbed his hand as he stood. “Show me the way.”
     
    He bent his head so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. “My pleasure,” he practically purred the words.
     
    He led me towards the back of the platform and around a corner, where I saw an elevator. I could barely stand still, anticipation flooding through me. What little patience I’d had was slowly vanishing. We stepped inside and, as soon as the doors closed behind us, Gavin was hitting the stop button and spinning me so that