She was leaning against the side of the van, probably trying to project an uncaring demeanor. But he saw right through it. He saw the rapid pulse at the base of her neck and caught the faint scent of her desire in the air.
He stalked toward her, feeling every inch the predatory tiger that he was. “We don’t need to be inside the van for me to do what I want to do to you.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath, and then she muttered, “Fuck yes, finally.”
Crowding her up against the side of the van, he captured her mouth with another kiss.
The first kiss, in the club, hadn’t been nearly enough. This wouldn’t be enough, either. No amount of kissing could ever get Kayla out of his head, out of his heart. And that was why he had tried to stay away all this time.
But the dancing—seeing her dancing with those two guys, knowing that she wanted to dance with him, had driven him nuts. She had tempted the tiger, and now the tiger was coming out to play.
Her mouth was sweet like bubble gum, and she tasted like the fruity cocktail she’d sipped in the club. He had watched her drink it, watched her pink lips encircle the straw. She was so hot, and she hadn’t even been trying.
A growl of need rumbled through his chest, and she answered it with sexy little whimpers.
She kissed him back, opening her mouth to him. He brought one hand up to her jaw, cradling her or holding her in place, he wasn’t sure which. He grabbed her ass with his other hand, tugging her closer. She wrapped one leg around his hip and grabbed his shoulders, stretching to meet him.