Free Louisiana Moon by Lani Rhea Page A

her. Entranced again, he smiled. Maybe he’d get lucky before leaving. The way she looked at him suggested he would. He’d never come across a woman with such confidence.
    She turned in his arms, her back against him as she arched, grinding her ass along his cock. Yep. No doubt now. With the way this siren climbed his pole through his pants he was going to score. He prepared for a long, wild night of sexcapades.
    The music tempo increased, and the surge of her hips matched the beats. He held her hips firm as she fucked him through their clothes. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, swallowing a groan of pleasure. He’d explode right there on the dance floor if she kept moving that way.
    A sensation crawled over his skin, and he opened his eyes. A bald guy with black, native tattoos streaking from his eyebrows to the top of his head had planted himself in front of them. Oh fuck. Was he dancing with this dude’s chick?
    Darin slowed his hips, keeping his hands clamped on female hipbones. Smiling at baldy, he prepared for a brawl. His heart raced, his muscles tightening. He leaned over the woman’s back. Nosing her skin from her neck to the side of her face, he asked, “Are you a naughty girl who’s here with her boyfriend? Are you trying to get me into a fight?” He gripped her hips tighter, trapping her ass level with his dick. She wiggled. Damn that felt good.
    “No.” She glanced over her shoulder. Her coy smile never faltered but neither was it forthcoming. “Do you want me to be? Naughty, I mean. I love how your deep brown eyes look at me.” The petite siren mewled in a seductive voice. She turned to face Darin directly. As she rested her palm on top of his shoulder, she mouthed, I want you .
    His eyes narrowed then he glanced up to see the bald man had disappeared. Maybe she told the truth. Maybe the man was searching for someone else. Darin shrugged and grinned, letting her know she’d get what she asked for. He drew her hard against his body. “You ready to leave?”
    “I thought you’d never ask.” She slipped her hand down and captured his, leading him across the dance floor toward the glowing exit sign.
    Darin waved to his friends. Steve and Roger both gave thumbs up and several obscene gestures of encouragement before he walked out the door.
    Outside, the loud thuds settled to pounding hums. Here, in front of the club, the street was littered with cars. Rain fell in spouts over the ledge of the balcony as lightning slashed through the sky. A few street lamps lit the dark area across the street. In the far distance, taxicabs sloshed through puddles. Steam rose from the pavement, filling the area with the fresh scent of hot asphalt. The trees around the club were covered in twinkling, blue lights which set the mood for partying.
    “I’m parked at the garage across the street.” He pointed in the direction of the four-story structure. He adjusted his crotch. Damn. He might take her in the backseat to ease his swelling, throbbing cock.
    “Perfect,” she purred. A seductive smile curled on her lips. She stroked his chest with light circles. Glistening red-tipped fingernails gave him the impression of blood.
    As soon as they arrived, dripping wet, at his car, she thrust him against the hard metal of the driver door, licking up and down the column of his neck and returning to his mouth every few strokes. She held him pinned. Damn strong for a tiny woman.
    “You’re going to make me so happy,” she mumbled.
    He laughed. “I’ll sure give it a try. By the way, what’s your name?”
    “You can call me V.”
    “Is that short for anything?”
    She smiled a devilish grin then spun him into a frisking position. His hands rested on the top of his car. Her hands roamed over his stomach, to his crotch.
    He scanned the parking garage. As far as he could tell they were the only two people, and things were gonna get busy. He glanced around one last time for surveillance cameras and spied none. His