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  He broke away from her with a groan. “You keep doing that I’m going to give these folks more of a show than I’d prefer to do.”

  Instead of laughing and backing away as he fully expected her to, Iris pressed herself closer, pulling her finger out of his jeans so she could palm the full length of him.

  “Then let’s get out of here,” she whispered huskily into his ear.

  He gazed down into her eyes, heavy and glazed with desire. Did she mean it?

  She grabbed his ass, squeezing as she ground herself against him. “I want you. Right now.”

  He groaned again and picked her up off her feet as his mouth crashed back onto hers. She kissed him and then broke away, panting for breath. Grabbing his hand, she towed him off the floor toward the signs for the bathrooms.

  The hallway was as dimly lit as the rest of the club, but the music wasn’t quite as blaringly loud back here. The restrooms were located off to the right, and people milled around, talking, laughing, making out, while they waited in lines or nearby. To the left, the hallway was sectioned off with a curtain and a sign that said Employees Only.

  Iris looked around, and Nash pulled on her hand. “We can’t,” he said, pointing to the sign. He pulled her to him, resisting the urge to kiss her again. They couldn’t just go at it in an employee hallway.

  Iris didn’t seem to share his reservations. She stood on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck, making sure her body dragged against his as hard and as thoroughly as possible. “I can’t wait,” she said, capturing his lips in a short but devastating kiss before glancing around again to be sure they weren’t being observed. Then she twitched the curtain aside and pulled him in with her. The second the curtain was closed behind them she was back in his arms. His heart pounded twice as hard, the thrill of possibly getting caught mingling with the utter ecstasy of having her entwined around him. She looped her arms around his neck and hopped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  Nash broke away from the kiss long enough to quickly peruse the corridor. There were a couple doors that probably led to offices or storage areas. The end of the hall turned left, forming an L with the hall they were in. Nash headed in that direction, hoping there was a secluded corner around the bend. Because Iris was beginning to writhe and whimper in his arms, and he needed to get his hands and mouth on her before he exploded.

  …

  They stumbled around the bend, still locked together, their mouths moving feverishly.

  “Over there?” Iris mumbled, nodding in the direction of a darkened corner, not caring where they were as long as she could touch more of him.

  In three long strides, Nash had them hidden in darkness, and Iris was up against the wall. His hands were in her hair, his lips drinking her in as if he’d devour her. She whimpered, rubbing against him, frantic to bring him closer, to feel that hard length of him against her hot center.

  His hands dragged down her waist, kneading her butt, spreading her thighs wider as he leaned into her. She tightened her legs around him, crying out when he thrust against her. His erection strained against his jeans and pressed into her. So close. But not enough. The pressure was exquisite, but she wanted more.

  Nash’s hand massaged her breast, his thumb tweaking the nipple while he moved against her, pressing and releasing in an endless, torturous motion. The pressure inside her began to build, but between two layers of jeans she couldn’t feel enough of him to push her over the edge.

  He pulled down the neck of her shirt, his mouth closing over her lace-clad breast. He sucked her nipple between his lips, his teeth gently grazing the throbbing bud.

  “Oh God, Nash. Please,” she begged, her legs tightening around him.

  He reached between them, his hand slipping past the waistband of her jeans, and she held her breath in anticipation. His fingers slid over her, rubbing against her throbbing clit. She moaned, both in relief and rapture so intense it bordered on pain. He pushed one finger inside her, and she trembled, pushing against his hand to force him deeper. A second finger slipped inside, and she nearly came apart.

  Nash’s mouth covered hers, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. His thumb circled her clit while his fingers pumped in and out of her, his body echoing the motion. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel every hard, hot inch filling her until she couldn’t take anymore. But all she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and hold on while he pushed her over the edge. She tensed, screaming her release into his mouth while her muscles spasmed around his fingers. He stroked her once, twice, dragging his fingers against her now oversensitive clit until she writhed against him.

  He held her tight while she found her equilibrium, letting her slide down his body until she stood on trembling legs. She had never come like that before. She was shattered, destroyed. And wanted nothing more than to do it all over again. But slower, longer.

  Nash withdrew his fingers and slowly brought them to his mouth, sucking each one clean while his gaze burned into hers. Her mouth dropped open as she dragged in ragged breaths of air. Holy fuck. Desire speared her belly, hot and hard.

  She reached for the band of his jeans, her fingers fumbling at the top button. His hand closed over hers, and she raised surprised eyes to his.

  “Let me,” she begged.

  He shook his head, entwining his fingers through hers and dragging her back to him for a deep, thorough kiss that made her knees shake.

  When he finally released her, all she could do was cling to him while she tried to drag air into her lungs past her furiously pounding heart.

  “When I come, I want to be deep inside you so I can feel you orgasming around me. But I want to make love to you the right way. Slowly, thoroughly, and with you naked and spread out in front of me. Not up against some wall in the dark.” He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want that.”

  Iris’s jaw dropped and her body throbbed, wanting it just as badly.

  “Where can we go?” she asked. “Hotel?”

  “If we can find one that has a vacancy. With weather and everything getting shut down, that might be easier said than done.”

  Iris frowned. No way was she giving up now after one brief taste. She wanted him with an intensity that should have scared her. But it only motivated her to find a way to have more. Everything. As soon as possible.

  She reached up and kissed him, gently biting his lip. “Let’s get out of here then. I’m not done with you yet.”

  He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “You can’t imagine how glad I am to hear that, darlin’.”

  She kissed him again and then pushed away. “I need to head to the ladies’ room for a minute. Why don’t you go get Clyde and the Sloane Ranger, and I’ll meet you up front.”

  He nodded, and she turned to go, then gave a little squeak of surprise when he yanked her back to him. He pushed her up against the wall again, both hands cupping her face and gripping her hair while his mouth feasted on hers.

  He pulled away just as abruptly. “Hurry back,” he said with a wink, giving her a little shove toward the public hallway.

  She laughed and snuck back through the curtain to get in line for the ladies’ room.

  A pleasant weight settled low in her belly, a throbbing ball of heat that she couldn’t wait to stoke.

  Nash had turned out to be much more than she ever could have hoped. She sent up a quick thanks to whoever was listening out there that their plane had been grounded. Now they just needed to find a place where they could really get to know each other before she exploded from sheer, unadulterated desire. She had no idea if that was possible. But she didn’t want to find out.

  Chapter Ten

  Nash waited for Iris by the coat-check area, his arms full of their makeshift snow gear, and Clyde and the Sloane Ranger tucked between his legs and the wall. He silently swore and put his phone back in his pocket. He’d called every hotel within a twenty mile radius of the airport, and everything was booked s
olid or only had rooms way out of his price range. He could probably find some seedy motel that rented out rooms by the hour, but that seemed worse somehow than a spontaneous semi-sex session in the hallway of a club. He wasn’t going to take her somewhere like that.

  In the meantime, they needed to find someplace to hang out, preferably a location a little less apt to put them in the mood to tear each other’s clothes off. He leaned on the counter of the coat-check cubicle and got the woman’s attention.

  “Is there someplace near here that is indoors and still open?”

  The woman frowned, then pointed at the bulletin board by the door where seemingly hundreds of flyers and business cards were thumbtacked. “Check that. All the local stuff gets posted.”

  Nash perused the offerings for a minute, finally seeing something that might not be exactly what he was looking for, but it would work.

  “Adler Planetarium is doing a midnight show every Wednesday this month. Is that near here?”

  “Yeah, not too far away.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “If you hurry you can probably catch it.”

  “Great, thanks,” he said with a grateful smile.

  It was someplace warm and quiet at least. A little more sedate. He needed something to help him decompress if he wasn’t going to be able to take Iris somewhere he could properly make love to her. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed their interlude in the hallway. But he wanted to be able to take his time.

  He glanced at the clock and frowned. She’d been gone more than fifteen minutes already. He’d made his own pit stop and had still had made all the calls. Where was she? Another five minutes later and he was ready to go in after her. Just as he decided to make sure she was okay, she rounded the corner from the main body of the club.

  “Sorry,” she said, before he could say a word. “The line was insane. So?” she asked, hopefully.

  The eagerness in her face sent another jolt straight to his groin, and he nearly groaned. He wouldn’t survive a whole night of this.

  “Everything is booked or insanely expensive.”

  Her face fell, and he smiled, an overwhelming tenderness for her rising in his chest. “I did find us someplace to hang out, though.”

  She perked up a little while he explained. The coat-check woman called them a cab, and they went through the arduous process of re-layering. By the time they were as adequately covered as possible, their cab was waiting out front and they hurried to it, pulling their luggage in after them. Nash told the driver where they wanted to go, and they cuddled back against the seat.

  The drive took them along Lake Shore Drive, and Iris watched as the spectacular winter scenery flowed past their windows. Snow still covered everything in a glittering blanket of white, but it looked like the storm had passed. The clouds were dissipating, leaving the moon to shine brightly over the lake, reflecting off the water and the snow surrounding it.

  “It’s so beautiful,” Iris murmured.

  “Yes, it is,” Nash agreed. Only he wasn’t looking at the lake. He was looking at her.

  She glanced at him, giving him a smile so sweet his chest tightened.

  “Here we are,” the driver said.

  They pulled everything out of the cab and hurried inside the building, joining the few other people who’d decided to brave both the weather and the late hour for the midnight star show. They followed the directions to the big domed room where the show would take place and by unspoken agreement chose seats in the very back row, stowing Clyde and the Sloane Ranger on the seats next to them. Jackets, sweaters, and Iris’s chaps followed. It was nice to be able to move again without all the layers hampering him.

  Iris leaned over with an excited smile. “I haven’t been to the planetarium since I was little. I loved it, though.”

  “I’ve never been to one before,” Nash said.

  Iris’s eyes widened. “Never?”

  He shrugged. “Never had the time, really.”

  “Do they even have planetariums in Montana?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. One.”

  “Ah,” she said, with a slow nod, obviously teasing him.

  He had to resist the urge to stick his tongue out at her like a six-year-old. Something about her made him feel like a total kid again. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, he was enjoying himself.

  He kept his tongue in his mouth but elaborated a bit. “I was always working or had something else going on. Besides, I had an incredible star show every night. I only had to go outside and look up.”

  Iris laughed quietly. “I guess you’ve got a point there. It’s not so bad in North Carolina, either. Though I’m sure it’s nothing like what you’ve got.”

  “I’ve never been to North Carolina.”

  Her eyes widened again, only this time her eyes had a speculative gleam to them that had him grinning. “Well, maybe we’ll have to remedy that. I think you’d love it.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Definitely. Lots of things to see, people to do. Oh wait, reverse that.”

  Nash burst out laughing, and Iris grinned up at him. He leaned down to kiss her, and she responded eagerly. Too eagerly. He’d only meant to give her a quick kiss but, the moment her lips touched his, his body burned for her all over again. She grabbed his shirt to pull him closer, and he leaned over her, pressing her back in her seat.

  Someone groaned from a few rows away. “God, get a room.”

  “I’d love to,” Iris muttered.

  Nash laughed again and sat up, resolving to keep his hands and lips to himself until they could be alone. He obviously couldn’t be trusted where she was concerned.

  Iris pouted a bit but settled against him with a sigh when he draped his arm around her shoulders.

  The lights dimmed, and a voice came over the sound system announcing the start of the show and explaining in a booming voice what they were about to see. Iris leaned the chair back as far as it would go and squeezed his hand, her body nearly jumping with eager anticipation. Nash grinned in the dark. She was so full of enthusiasm. It made everything more enjoyable.

  He wondered, not for the first time, how that enthusiasm would translate in the bedroom. He’d already had a taste of it. Of her. The thought of her eager and excited in his bed had his dick so hard again it bordered on pain. He counted to ten, trying to concentrate on the show.

  It wasn’t as hard to focus, on the show, that is, as he thought it might be, even with Iris cuddled next to him in the dark. The stars and planets and galaxies moving across the vast ceiling in a dazzling show set to beautifully ethereal music was incredible. Every time he glanced over at Iris she was gazing in wonder at the spectacle overhead. Her passion for everything was contagious. It was impossible not to be affected by her. His plane being grounded might just have been the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him.

  Nash had thought he might be sleepy, seeing as how it was the middle of the night and he was currently sitting in the dark watching the stars. But he was still wide awake…and horny as hell. Try as he might, he couldn’t clear his mind of visions of Iris, naked beneath him, shouting his name as he made her come, over and over again.

  Her hand wandered over to his thigh and started making a slow trek upward. He grabbed her wrist, halting her progress. She glared at him but took her hand away, and he released the breath he’d been holding. Not that he didn’t want her hands on him, on all of him, but if she touched him again he was going to lose his very weak hold on his control.

  He laid his head back on the seat and tried to concentrate on the amazing display above him. He jerked and nearly swore when her hand slipped under his shirt and played along the edge of his jeans. She froze, blinking in surprise at his reaction.

  “Why do I feel like I’m trying to molest a blushing virgin at the drive-in?” she whispered to him.

  He snorted. “Believe me, I’m no blushing virgin.”

  “Then why don’t you want to play?” she asked, sidling closer s
o she could kiss his neck. “I owe you for the club hallway.”

  Oh God. All the blood in his body shot straight to his dick, and he tensed his muscles, trying to will the damn thing back into submission. He leaned away so her lips slipped from his skin.

  Her eyes lost their playful twinkle, and she sat back, her expression wounded and confused. Damn. He didn’t want to hurt her but he couldn’t handle any more foreplay, no matter how innocent.

  One look at her, though, and he almost laughed. Was she seriously pouting? He leaned over, cupped her face, and kissed her until she gasped for air. He dragged himself away to whisper in her ear. “I want to play, Iris. You have no idea how badly I want to play. But it’s not the right time or place. I’m not letting you touch me because every time you do I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here on the floor.”

  Her quick intake of breath just made him want her more. He kissed her neck, letting his lips linger on her silky skin. “I want you so badly I can barely stand to be near you without touching you. You touching me makes it that much more impossible for me to keep my hands off you. Makes it that much harder to keep things under control. Don’t mistake that control for lack of wanting you. Because God, you have no idea how much I want you.”

  He released her and sat back, expecting her to be shocked. To sit back and behave. To give him some breathing room so he could calm the hell down.

  He should have realized that she would never do the expected.

  She leaned back over him and took his face in her hands. “Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want you to be controlled?” She kissed him, her soft lips greedily moving over his. “I want you to rip my clothes off.” She grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it down so she could trail her hot little mouth over his skin. “I want you to throw me down on the floor and fuck me till I scream.”