Indecent Encounter(163)

The smile on her lips tugged up at the corners just a bit as I moved closer, arching an eyebrow. She responded in kind, and moved away from the men she’d been dancing with. When they made to follow, she shook her head, and then looked back at me.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and then let it roll out. I imagined her doing the exact same thing before I kissed her. She had an absolutely perfect mouth.

I made up my mind then and there that I was going to taste that mouth tonight.

I reached out as soon as she was close enough and settled a hand on her waist, slowly drawing her toward me. She came easily, and when I set my other hand on her hip, she did the same thing to me she’d done earlier. She brought her hand up and curled her fist into the front of my shirt. She didn’t pull me in or push me away, though.

She just kept her hand there as though she was still debating what to do with me.

Or maybe she was waiting for me.

The thought sent blood rushing south.

She'd been controlling those men, but the dominant in me had felt something else, and now I was thinking my instincts had been right.

Leaning down, I pressed my lips to her ear. “I'd tell you you're the hottest thing here, but I'm pretty sure you already know that.”

When I straightened, I found myself looking into the most gorgeous pale gray eyes I'd ever seen. I brushed my thumb across the curve of that delicious mouth. She slid her tongue out, almost as if she was tasting the path my thumb had taken.

My gut clenched. Fuck me. I'd never had such an immediate, visceral reaction to anyone before.

Normally, I wouldn’t kiss a woman within two minutes of seeing her.

But when she opened her mouth under mine, I knew it hadn’t been a bad call.





Chapter Eight





Dena





His mouth...

Oh, damn.

His mouth.

I'd wanted him as soon as I'd seen him, watching me with those eyes that I now knew were a rich emerald green. He was handsome in a rugged way, not the usual pretty-boy or classically handsome men I usually saw.

But that wasn't the only thing different about him.

The hand on my hip slid up over my ribcage, tangling in my short hair, tightening and tugging, a slow rhythmic sensation that drove me to distraction even as his tongue pushed demandingly past my lips.

He tasted me before pulling back to rake his teeth across my lower lip. It was all I could do not to moan right there. Starving for a deeper kiss, I flicked out my tongue and he nipped at it. I shuddered and he wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me in close against his hard, muscular body.

One kiss turned into two, and I went from clutching at his shirt with one hand to hanging onto both of his shoulders. All the while, he moved us off the dance floor and into a darkened corner. My back was to the wall, as he wedged himself between my thighs. I could feel his cock, already hard against me.

He let go of my hair, and I might have been disappointed, because he stopped kissing me too, but he didn’t pull away. His mouth moved down to my neck and I gasped as he raked the sensitive skin with his teeth.

He muttered something against my ear, but over the roaring of my own blood, the racing of my heart, I had no idea what it was. I wasn't even sure I cared.

The heel of his hand brushed against my breast. It was a light touch, not hesitant, but more like he was...feeling out the territory. I arched into his touch. He could feel out whatever in the hell he wanted.

My nipples tightened. Between my natural build and the style of the dress, I hadn't bothered to wear a bra. As his hand moved to cup my breast completely, I could feel the intense heat of him through the thin fabric.

I sucked in air, my eyelids fluttering, as his teeth teased the shell of my ear. The oxygen exploded out of me in the next second when he pinched my nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting just a little before plucking gently. He repeated the move as he moved his mouth so he could speak.

“I want to push your dress up right now and sink my cock inside you.”

I managed to swallow my moan, barely. “Is that a fact?”

“Yes.” He lifted his head enough that we could see each other’s eyes.

Shit. I really didn't want to get my hopes up, but I was pretty sure I'd just found someone who could finally take care of me.

“We could be at a hotel in less than twenty minutes. In a room in under thirty.”

I wasn’t sure I could wait that long, but I'd do it if it meant I could finally have some relief.

Holding his gaze, I nodded.







He was right.

One of the beautiful things about New York City was that a hotel was within a stone’s throw of just about everywhere. Especially in Manhattan.

He'd taken us to one of the boutique hotels, a glitzy little place that spoke of the glittering glamour of the 1920s. The black and white art deco was gorgeous, and I probably would have taken a lot more time to appreciate it if I hadn’t been burning from the inside out.