The Only One for Me(37)

“How do I look?”

“Stunning!”

Corra walked over and planted a quick kiss on his lips. He grabbed her around the waist in an attempt to pull her closer to him, but she spun away from him.

“Oh no, mister. I’m dressed now and you’re taking me dancing.”

Chris smiled. “Can’t blame a brother for trying.”

He took Corra to TAO, a nightclub in The Venetian hotel where they danced until the temperature in the club forced them to venture out onto the terrace. Chris lucked upon two vacant seats. He motioned a waitress over for drinks.

“Chris, thank you. I’m having so much fun.” Corra threw her head back onto the chair.

“And the party’s just begun.”

“You’re kidding, what time is it? I don’t think I can party anymore tonight. My feet are killing me.”

“Let me take care of that.” He turned her chair facing his and reached down for her ankle. He slipped off her sandals and placed her feet in his lap. She closed her eyes as he massaged her feet.

“Oh, God! That feels so good.”

“Why do you wear heels if they hurt your feet like this?”

Corra looked up. “Heels make my ass look good, but my feet pay for it.”

Chris laughed. “You really do say what you mean, don’t you?”

Corra lay back again. “Not all the time. But sometimes I say the first thing that comes to mind. Like it feels like you’re making love to my foot right now.”

The waitress returned with their drinks and admired Chris’s handiwork. “Now you look like a man that knows how to take care of his woman,” she said.

“I most certainly do,” Chris said as he smiled at Corra.

She bit her bottom lip as she remembered him taking very good care of her last Friday night. Enough with the foot foreplay, she was ready for the main course. She picked up her drink and took a sip without taking her eyes off Chris.

He looked at his watch. “Getting sleepy?” he asked.

Corra shook her head. “Too excited to sleep.”

He lowered her feet and picked up his drink. “That makes two of us. But it is after one and I’ve been up since six.”

Corra frowned. “Party pooper.”

“Never,” Chris said with a shake of his head. “I’ve just got another party in mind that takes place at the Bellagio.”

Corra didn’t even finish her drink, nor did Chris. The desire to be with him reached a boiling point. When he helped her up from her seat, he held her in his arms and kissed her. The kiss was hot and deep, but he pulled away before she lost herself.

He took her hand and led her back through the club, down the Strip and into the Bellagio. They kissed some more as they waited for the elevator.

Chris opened the door to their room and Corra strutted past him to the window, drawn by the lights on the Strip. He closed the door and met her at the window. From behind, he wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head to kiss and nibble at her neck. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.

With Chris at her back and that magnificent view in front of her, Corra opened up like a flower. His hands slid down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up until his thumbs captured her panties—pulling them down.

She shimmied her hips as her panties fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, then turned around facing Chris.

“You won’t need those at this party,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper.

A shiver ran through Corra’s body, and she swallowed hard.

Chris took his suit coat off, and threw it across the room in a chair. “You look gorgeous tonight, but this dress has to go.” He caressed her shoulders and arms.

She held her arms up as he pulled the dress over her head. Tonight she’d let him seduce her. Or was she going to seduce him? She stood totally naked as she reached out to unbutton his shirt. He helped her, then took over until he was completely naked. She smiled thinking that this man was hers.

Neither spoke a word. He reached out and caressed the side of her cheek, running his thumb across her lower lip. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment, then felt his mouth replace his thumb. He kissed her and she returned the kiss as if she hadn’t been kissed in a decade. She tasted the liquor on his breath, and smelled his familiar scent that she wanted all over her body.

His hands caressed their way around her body and down her back until his palms settled over her butt. Warm blood flooded through her body as he turned the temperature up with every touch. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his body, and her arms around his neck. Still devouring her mouth he carried her over to the bed and gently laid her on her back.

He smiled, looking down at her. “Let the party begin.”