"Um, I'm not really a dancer. And everyone is staring," I whisper to Ricky in his ear. He gives me a sexy grin and laughs.
"Don't you worry about that, Belle," he whispers back in my ear. "They're all just jealous that I'm with you. You are gorgeous, and you know exactly how to move."
I shyly grin back at him with a raised eyebrow. But I know what he means. I’m determined to enjoy every moment with him, and simply live in the moment without expectations or a worry.
The club is dark and intimate. After a few drinks, I slowly get more comfortable on the dance floor with Ricky. I may be only 22, but I can't remember the last time I let go and had fun dancing on a dance floor. And with a gorgeous and talented dance partner like Ricky, I feel transported to another world. A smoky, sexy foreign world with impossibly hot exotic men like him. Actually, I haven't run into any other men like him.
I look around and keep noticing eyes on us. At some or all parts of the night, it seems like every woman here stares at Ricky. Is that what it would always be like with him? I still don't understand because he can clearly have any woman he wants, yet he wants me in his arms right now. It was strange to me, yet an incredible turn on.
We’re on the dance floor, and our bodies quickly learn to move together perfectly in sync, in a slow and hot sensual lock step. I feel sweat forming on my brow. And I don't think it's from the local heat and humidity.
Every time he moves his hips, grabs mine and pulls me close, I almost fall apart. I bite my lip and I feel it like explosions shattering inside my body. He has an incredible physical effect on me with every move and glance my way. My intense physical attraction to him is overwhelming and makes my body feel weak. I never expected to meet someone like him.
"Are you okay?" He sounds concerned as he looks at me. I do feel a little faint from my rising temperatures at the moment. "Your forehead is soaked. It is warm in here. Are you ready to go?" His sexy eyes search mine.
I nod in agreement. I need some air and I'd rather be alone with him anyway. As he grabs my hand and leads me out, I see all the women looking at him. I can't help but feel twinges of annoyance.
We finally hit the cool, tropical night air outside. The chauffeur is quick to spot us and open the limo door. It's only a short five or ten minute drive back into the resort area. As we sink into the plush seats, Ricky presses the button on the door. The tinted window behind the driver rolls down as he asks, "Yes, sir?"
"Martin, can you please give us a little privacy until we arrive at my suite?" Ricky asks with a dashing smile. He seems both professional and dangerously charming in all his interactions. "Certainly, sir," replies the driver. The driver puts on ear buds and then rolls up the tinted window partition. I slightly raise an eyebrow. He seems to know him well. Is he Ricky's regular driver?
Then Ricky gives me a smoldering, boyish side grin and sidles up closer to me. I swallow hard as I feel the butterflies overtake, going crazy inside me. Alone at last.
"Ricky, I'm having so much fun with you," I giggle at him. He reaches over and pours me a little chilled bubbly from the side door. "But what are you hiding? You avoid my questions and won't even tell me what you do for a living." It may be the drinks, but I blurt out my concerns.
I feel nervous as I slowly look up into his eyes. Shit, I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. But I need to know.
He sets our drinks down. I find myself reaching over to grab his hands and take them into mine. My eyes search his soulful beautiful eyes for answers. "Should I be concerned that you're a spy or bank robber or something?" I give him a side grin with a little chuckle to lighten the mood.
He flashes me a brilliant sexy smile and suddenly pulls me very close. My lips part and I gasp lightly. Every thought flies out of my head. All I can think about is how perfect he feels against me and how incredible he smells. Time stands still and I think I stop breathing for a moment.
"No, you need not be concerned for anything, beautiful," he softly whispers to me. "I'm having the most incredible time with you as well. Let's enjoy it."
I feel a little faint as he pulls me even closer. His soft warm lips fall on mine as we kiss deeply and passionately. His kiss is tender, both soft and hard and all-consuming. His kisses make me weak, drive me crazy with passion. They feel as perfect as he is.
His hands slowly roam my body. First, stroking my hips and my ass. Then reaching for my ample breasts. He teasingly explores my body with his maddeningly sensual touch.
"I love all your curves. So hot," he mutters into my mouth as he continues to caress my curves, sending pleasurable shocks down my spine. A slight moan escapes my lips as I pull him closer and savor his touch. My core tingles with need as I squirm against him, feeling a little out of control. Then I feel the car slowing down. I pull back a little suddenly. Is the car stopping?