there? Pleasure to see him?
“I thought I’d drop in and see what your training facilities are like.”
He swept a glance around the room, very much aware of her next to him. She was so small and delicate, soft and curvy, he felt like a brute next to her. And a pervert for the erotic thoughts rolling through his mind.
“Oh.” Disappointment colored her voice, and he hid his smile for a second before sliding her a sideways glance. His kitten had wanted him to be here to see her. Good.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.” She waved off her brother, who was headed their way with a frown on his face. Moon’s balls, if the kid hadn’t recognized Logan even with his hood up, there was no hope for the guy.
He turned, leaning his hip back against the edge of the ring and watched her. It had only been a couple of days since he’d seen her. Taken her bent over her desk in the office. With most women, that would have been it for him. Out of sight, out of mind.
Not with Zara Hunter. Since the moment he’d claimed her lips, then her body, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head. How she’d gotten under his guard he didn’t know, but it was like she’d taken up permanent residence under his skin. And he couldn’t stay away even though he had other places he should be rather than making some stupid excuse about training at the Scarlet Moon just so he could see her.
“And to see a certain club manager. We have some…business to discuss.”
Her breath caught—just for a second, but he heard it. The look she sent him sizzled with heat to match the color on her cheeks. He was always horny after training, and her flush told him she’d gotten the message loud and clear.
“And it seemed like a good idea to check out how you run things here,” he added with a shrug, his attention half on the fighters around them. There were a few amongst them that might turn out to be half decent, but the rest were frankly terrible. With this lot, he was surprised the place turned a profit.
He didn’t miss the stiffening of her frame nor the faint hint of anger from her skin before she locked the reaction down.
“Are you calling my management abilities into question?” Her words were short and sharp, only one step removed from a demand. One thing was for sure, the woman had balls of steel. Not many would challenge him. Ever.
Reaching out, he snagged her wrist and yanked her up against him, cradled in the cage of his thighs. Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh as she landed against his solid chest. Before she could move away, he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around the nape of her neck to hold her in place.
“Are you questioning me, kitten?” he murmured, bending down to brush his lips almost over hers. “I hope you are…because I’ll have to do something about that.”
In a heartbeat, the blaze of anger leached from her eyes to be replaced by a completely different sort of heat.
“Is that right?” Her words whispered over his lips, but she didn’t back down. Good. He didn’t want her to back down. Wanted the excuse for what he planned to do to her…
“Yeah.”
His lips brushed hers once, the barely-there pressure gone before she registered it and parted her lips in response. All his instincts, the ones urging him to find the nearest flat surface and claim her again, howled at him but he didn’t care. The small self-denial was worth it to see the frustration and need that flashed across her expressive eyes.
“So…what kind of something did you have planned?” Her voice dropped deceptively low, her hands spreading over his chest. Somehow she’d slid them under his hoody, her fingertips against the bare skin revealed by his workout top.
For a moment he lost his train of thought, her touch short-circuiting everything. It took everything he had to get himself under control, to stop himself simply falling backward onto the floor of the ring behind him with her in his arms. He managed