“No. Show me what you can do.”
His green eyes light up and he grins. “I knew you'd be fun, Delia. I'm gonna move fast, swift, hard. I'll take you every goddamned place I see you begging for in your dark little eyes. I'm in control. I've got you.”
Everything about him screamed powerful before. But once he's moving me effortlessly across the sand, around the fire, tangling our shadows together like rich black waves, I know it's true.
Something visceral tells me I'm clinging to a real man, an alpha male with an edge to him that's so sharp I want him to cut me to pieces.
Chris handles me with strength and elegance. Total control. Everything he promised.
He flings me through the air and rips me back, dangerously close to his heat, his temptation, before tearing me away again.
He makes me want. I'm dying to feel his mouth on mine, his hands on my hips, his strength between my legs. His power wants to conquer, and I want to submit.
His hands are everywhere – long enough to tease, but never lingering so long it wins him another slap across the face.
I'm glad I slowed down on the drinks. Some of the strange tango movements he leads me through are so quick, so vibrant, they'd upset my stomach if I'd had a little more. So would the swarms of butterflies he's stirring up from head to toe.
Mostly, I'm drunk on the adrenaline, the hellfire coursing through my blood, filling all my tender parts with crazy admiration, wanton desire, ruthless excitement.
Obsession, in a word. Crazy fucking need.
We dance for what seems like ten minutes, and I'm breathless by the end. Toward the last spin, his hands sweep across my ass, grab it hard, and pull me into him. My legs part automatically. I'm only against him for a second, but I swear I feel something hard and wild in his jeans, something electrifying.
The current hits and makes my whole body tingle. My head spins as he finally settles me in the sand for good, still holding me close.
There's a clapping noise. I look up, and realize some of the drunken partiers are applauding us. Chris waves, brushing it off like it's nothing. It doesn't take them more than a few seconds to go back to their private revelry.
“Wow. Holy shit. Where'd you learn to do that?” I gasp, trying to recover precious oxygen.
“A man learns a few things when he's been around the world like I have. Tonight, I only care about this beach.”
The way he's looking at me makes me feel like it's not just the beach. There's a hunger in his eyes, a feral look I've only seen on my short-term boyfriends a few times before. The big difference is, for the first time in my life, I'm sure I'm beaming back the same desire.#p#分页标题#e#
“You're a bigger party girl than I thought, Delia.” He pushes his chin against my shoulder, moves his lip to my ear, and growls. “You move like a fucking angel, when I make you. Will your lips twist like they were made to kiss me, or am I gonna have to lead them too?”
Oh, God. God! He doesn't waste any time. His hips grind against me, giving me another rough, wonderful feel of that huge, angry hardness he's sporting beneath his denim.
My hand slides down between us, checking if I'm completely soaked through my shorts. Not quite, but there's definitely a heat; a raw, wet craving so bad it makes me want to rip my clothes off.
I have to taste him. Craning my head, I pucker up, moving in for a kiss.
He preempts me, driving his firm, strong lips against mine first. Bastard.
Wonderful, arrogant bastard.
Masculine warmth floods my mouth. Chris takes my mouth in a heartbeat, blitzes my lips. His kiss is intense, decisive, and so is the way he parts my lips, shoving his hot tongue into my mouth.
I can't hold back the moan that washes over me. It comes from deep in my belly, pulses into his mouth, like I'm sharing the horny fire deep inside me.
His breath quickens. His chest bows up, pushes against mine, giving my buds the perfect friction.
So much for regaining my breath. By the time he breaks the kiss, I'm panting, struggling not to pass out from the wild thunder in my blood, plus the surreal realization that I want to fuck this strange badass.
“You like my taste, baby?” His eyes burn me down as I nod shyly. I can't deny it.
He smiles before he leans in again, stamping his mad lips up my throat, working his way to my ear. “Good. I want to feel your hungry little lips wrapped around every fucking inch of my cock. Now.”
He's got me by the wrist again, and we're heading for the bar, but we pull past it. It's like my feet have turned into dumbbells, and I trip all over myself, trying to keep up with him.
Hell, trying to decide if I'm really going to go all the way and get my V-card punched by this wild animal tonight.
I don't have long to decide. My body does it for me when he slams me against the wall, covering my mouth with his again, picking up where we left off.