She stiffened, turning her head to glare over her shoulder. 'Not again,' she wanted to snap, but her voice caught. His dark eyes met hers, bold and hungry, a smirk playing on his lips as if he'd witnessed the whole show. 'Saw what you did back there,' he murmured low, breath hot on her neck. 'Looked like you loved every second.' His palm slid up, cupping one ass cheek fully, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Lena's pulse spiked— the risk again, the exposure. She glanced around: the young guy from earlier was watching now, hand subtly rubbing his crotch; a couple of women pretended to text but stole peeks.