I look around, watching as the guys take everything off the glass table in front of the couch. The bottle girl returns, and I still haven’t budged. That’s when Kane sends me a crooked grin and does my job for me. I playfully scream as he tosses me over his shoulder and gently lies me down on the table.

Jade is drunk, straddling Blade on the couch, they’re both sloppily making out with a lime after their shot.

The glass table is cold on my exposed skin, but the moment the bottle girl pours a dash of salt on the mountain of my breast I warm knowing that soon Kane’s mouth will be there. I’ll be able to feel the warm swirl of his tongue again. She puts the lime peel in my mouth, the bitter flesh facing outward. Then, Kane downs his shot and gets on his knees beside the table.

He isn’t quick like Blade and Jade, no. He takes his time, skimming his knuckles across my arm. The moment is intimate, sexual.

His fingertips trail the outline of my breast before his tongue swipes across them, he’s being greedy with me, stealing a not so private moment. I see Jade done with her shot, snapping a picture of us discreetly. That’s going to be one perfectly, sexy image to burn Dante’s retinas.

Kane’s plump lips meet mine again, but he tosses the lime from my mouth with his white teeth, opting for the taste of me instead. It’s exquisite, exhilarating, and turning me on beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

I’ve never had such a public display of affection before, it feels like the entire club could be watching. And for some reason that makes my core grow warm.

Okay, Macey, you did it. You got your kiss. Now, stop.

I quiet the angel in my mind by wrapping my hand into his long hair.

That was quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I can barely catch a breath as I stand, Kane knows exactly what he’s done to me. He leans down, making sure to leave his lips a feather away from my earlobe. “Come with me?” He asks, but I don’t have the full question.

“Where?”

His hand slinks around my waist, “Any fucking where.”

I tilt my head, mulling this over for far too long in my mind. What would I even do with him when I got him ‘any fucking where’? How could I please this man? I couldn’t.

I don’t want to be embarrassed, a sloppy drunk mess possibly crying over her ex in front of a hotter than Hell man. Dante just left yesterday, and I don’t think I’ve recovered.