6
“I have no idea; I’ve never seen him before!” she replies excitedly, glancing back at him. “He must be new around here… but he’s stunning, right?!”
Normally, I’d tease her for being so infatuated, but she’s spot on—the guy is incredibly attractive, exuding sex appeal. Just looking at him makes my insides twist and leaves me feeling breathless and flustered. After everything with Clinton, my desire seemed to fade, but now it’s clear it’s still very much alive. This guy has me thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts.
“Are you going to talk to him?” Kyara nudges me playfully.
I bite my lip, pondering my next move. While I’m not opposed to making the first move, something about him feels like he’s a hunter. “How about we hit the dance floor?” I suggest with a wink.
Kyara doesn’t need to say a word; the grin spreading across her face and the determined look in her eyes tell me she’s on board. She takes my hand and tells Tony we’ll be back, leading me through the crowd toward the packed dance floor.
I start to sway to the music, casting a casual glance back toward the attractive guy, and once again, our eyes meet.
He’s still watching me.
I tear my eyes away, refusing to give him another look.Hecan come tome. I start dancing, arms above my head, hips swiveling, long hair swaying behind me like an extension of my body.
And then he does.
I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder.
Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.
We don’t exchange words- we just dance. His hands cruise down my waist, gripping my hips firmly, holding me against him as we move to the music. I grind my ass against the hard bulge straining the front of his jeans, arching my back and reaching up behind me to trail my fingers along the column of his neck, the exposed skin feeling almost electric beneath my touch. The attraction between us is thick; palpable. He skims the fingertips of one hand up my belly, over my breast, to my throat. Then he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning my face sideways to meet his over my shoulder, his lips capturing mine.
It feels like a current of energy slams through me, stars exploding behind my eyelids. It’s a simple kiss, but it rocks my world off its axis. My knees buckle, my pulse races- I don’t try to make sense of it, I just know I wantmore. I deepen the kiss, lips parting, tongue dipping into his mouth and twining with his own. All the while, I’m still moving my body against his, dancing as flames of desire coil deep in my belly.
I spin around without breaking the kiss, looping my arms around his neck and holding on for dear life as he continues to devour me. I’m completely lost in the sensation by the time he breaks it, dipping his head beside mine so his lips hover next to my ear.
“Wanna get out of here?” he rasps, and the deep tenor of his voice sends a fresh flood of heat to my core. For the first time since he walked over, I blink my eyes open and actually get a good look at the guy up close, and I’m not disappointed.
Yes please!
Before I can fully think it over, I’m nodding my head in the affirmative. This is what I came here for, right? Something to make me forget about Clinton. Someone to make me forget.
His lips curl into a heart-stopping smile. “Your place or mine?”
Ugh, that voice again. It’s so deep, rich, and velvety that it sends shivers down my spine.
“Yours,” I respond, my words escaping like a breathy moan. “I’m not from around here.”
“Me neither,” he murmurs, leaning closer so his lips brush against my ear. Another shiver runs down my spine. “I’m staying at the packhouse.”
I smirk. “Perfect.” If he’s at the packhouse, he must be visiting from another city. It doesn’t get much more anonymous than that, which is exactly what I want. I’m not looking for a relationship or even a fling right now; the wound Clinton left is still too raw. I can focus on healing my broken heart tomorrow, but tonight, I just want to forget about that jerk and enjoy a one-night stand with this Adonis.
He leans back, wrapping his arms around my waist and looking into my eyes. “What’s your name, beautiful? I’m…”
I quickly raise a finger to his lips, shaking my head slightly. “No names,” I say. “No strings. No attachments. Just one night.”
A glimmer of amusement sparkles in his pale gray-blue eyes as he lifts a hand to my chin, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. “Okay. Deal.”
Holy crap. Am I really about to do this?
“Shall we?” he asks, taking my hand.
Suddenly, I remember I wasn’t alone when I hit the dance floor. I step back slightly, scanning the crowd for Kyara. I feel a wave of relief when I spot her at our high-top table, nestled in Tony’s arms. We lock eyes, and I give her a subtle wave to signal that I’m leaving with this guy. In response, she beams at me and gives a thumbs-up.
The queen of subtlety, that one.
I turn back to my sexy stranger with a coy smile.
“Yeah,” I breathe, stepping close to him again. I rise up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Let’s get outta here.”