Chapter 36. Late Night Choices

“Stop,” he said and watched her shiver at the sound of his voice. He wanted to end it there, but he was not quite sure he could.

God, he wanted to pull her over his thighs right there and then and watch as she reacted to every touch. He knew she would. This was torture. He did not want to do anything in a club bathroom, nor in the open. He had already gone too far with her out here, and the club was definitely not dim enough. He did not want to take her back to his hotel room either. Not that place that was filled with ghosts and phantoms.

Carlos had half a mind to leave her the way she was. He wondered how she might react if he told her that. If she might grip at him and beg him with that watery gaze of hers, or if she might try to seduce him. He would not be able to resist the temptation. Fuck, this was torture, and he was torturing himself more thinking about it.

She gripped at his thighs all of a sudden, her fingers flexing over the muscles there, and he held b