Pushing through the edges of the crowd, her eyes find Clay at their table, whispering into the ear of an exceptionally attractive blonde. It looks like the entire club is here to hook up tonight. Keeping her original destination of the bar in sight, Jenna’s feet carry her even closer to her goal when a large hand grabs her arm, swiftly moving her into a small, dark alcove, halfway to her destination.

Hands crush her to a masculine chest and Adam’s aroused scent overwhelms the area. His left hand wraps around her waist, landing low on the small of her back, while his right hand grabs the back of her neck, angling their faces closer together. His lips are hovering hesitantly over her own as if he is giving Jenna that scant moment to make the decision to push him away. As much as her brain tells her that pushing him away is exactly what she should do, the rest of her body isn’t getting the message. No, her traitorous body is craving the same kind of explosive sex that the song is still droning on about in the background. Adam’s warm breath fans her face as he leans over until their lips are just skimming the others.

He growls. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you pointing that gun at me.”

In a flash, his lips are crushing hers in a bruising kiss. Then, he’s running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips until she gasps at the tingling sensation. He doesn’t waste the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside her mouth. The wet, silky length slides against her own in a way that feels so carnal that it makes her body heat instantly for him. As he kisses her thoroughly and sensually, unlike anything she could have ever dreamed of before, he lets go of her neck to slide his hand down the sensitive length of her body.

Rubbing the side of her breast on his path down to grasp both cheeks of her ass fiercely, he turns them around so that her back hits the wall behind them. He lifts her until the V of her thighs cradles the hard length of him and she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against her now rolling hips. Their bodies are pressed so intimately together, not even air separates them. Her nipples harden against the feel of his chest subtly rubbing them, causing him to groan into her mouth.

Jenna feels her body hum with excitement, begging for more. With one hand clenched in his gorgeous, auburn hair and the other fisting his shirt, she rocks her core against him. Suddenly wishing that they’re somewhere much more private and with a lot less clothes on. Every nerve ending in her body that lay dormant through the years of self-denial flares with sensation, urging her to finally give in and indulge in the ultimate forbidden act. Her wolf is practically rabid with the possibility of how it could be between her and the Alpha erotically pressed to the front of her. Demanding her physical attention. Her submission. What would sex be like between them?