Strip. Delta Dupree
erection. He strained toward her, gritting his teeth from the sweet torture.
Somehow, he had to relieve an unjustified apprehension. An unimportant number separated their ages. Need for one another meant everything. At this moment, he needed her.
And he knew Rio felt a similar need for him. Earlier, she’d passionately responded to his kiss, allowing herself complete freedom, and she’d dissolved in his arms with free-flowing ease. Alone and secluded, they could chase the stars across the sky and capture the universe together.
She huffed, broke bodily contact and shoved his hands away. She was more upset about age than he thought.
“I’m…I’m,” Rio stammered. “You’re…you’re…Caucasian.”
“Son of a bitch.”
What the devil did that have to do with anything? The entire club had watched while he’d kissed her. The entire club had watched while they’d dry fucked. The entire club was all black except for him and very few ladies. He still didn’t feel like the Lone Ranger.
With one hand, Bryce raked a vicious path through his hair. When he moved closer to Rio, she tried to sidestep, tried to circle around him, but he boxed her into the corner, hands flat against the walls. “What we do is our business. I don’t care about our backgrounds. I don’t care what other people do or think or say. I live my life the way I want.”
“An understatement, Mr. Sullivan. Remember Shannon a few hours ago? Ring a bell?”
He cursed under his breath. He had expected resentment, but not biting sarcasm. The dagger went deep. Still, Bryce was determined to win her over.
Catching her hands with his own, he squeezed lightly. “It meant nothing. She meant nothing to me. Never did. I just handled the situation way stupid and imma…silly. From anger.”
He stepped closer. As her breasts brushed against his chest, nipples peaked and hardened, he remembered the first time today she’d reacted to his nearness. He’d seen the telltale signs.
“And jealousy,” he added. A streak of uncertainty crossed her face. “It’s true. Seeing you hug Cockroach, right after we’d finished dancing, I lost my cool.” He wound her hands behind her back, pinned them in a bracelet hold without her slightest resistance.
Confessing inner turmoil or discontent to a woman had been the furthest admission from his mind, but Rio was like no other woman he’d ever met. Kissing her now would certainly prove how much he wanted her. He’d make sure she would never regret a moment of their joining if she’d allow him to pleasure her.
Bryce leaned toward her, but he left the last inch separating their lips up to Rio.
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