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She swallowed, unable to look at him.
But he wasn’t allowing her even that. He brought her face back around, locking his gaze with hers as he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her even tighter, more flush against his body as he began to sway them in unison to the music.
The lights had been dimmed even more and although she knew no one could see her expression, she felt as though her lust for this man was on display for all the world to see.
Her lust made her feel vulnerable. Exposed.
“And seeing you having a good time has made me quite excited,” he murmured low, for her ears only.
Her eyes widened and she inhaled a sharp breath.
His shaft pressed hotly, thickly against her stomach while his hand moved up and down her back. She moaned, her eyes closing as she exhaled the long breath she’d been holding.
Damn.
He did this to her and they were both fully clothed. She was on fire for him....
“More,” he whispered, bending his head down so that their foreheads nearly touched.
Startled, her eyes flew open and glanced up at him, their gazes locking.
A soft frown creased her brows. “Excuse me?”
“I want you more.”
She gulped. It was as though he read her mind. There was no way she could hide from him.
She stared up into his beautiful emerald-green eyes, which blazed down at her. Watching her.... She read his need, one that matched her own.
She felt a rash of goose bumps feather down her legs, something that happened whenever she was sexually aroused.
It had been so long since that had happened, she’d forgotten the telling goose bumps appeared without fail when she was...wet.
She clenched her legs together, her core seeming to throb. Inhaling a deep breath, she broke eye contact with him, forcing herself to look away.
This is insane, she thought, her heartbeat racing out of control.
“It’s okay,” he breathed against her ear, again reading her mind. But it was as though he held some sort of key or magic wand, because as soon as he voiced the assuring words, she felt the tension begin to ease from her. When he hugged her tightly, she allowed her body to meld, once again, into his.
As they danced, their bodies moved as one, in perfect harmony, as though they’d practiced for years. They naturally seemed to catch the other’s rhythm with the ease of seasoned pros.
This connection...whatever they had was unlike anything Nikki had ever felt. Maybe it was the wine making her feel this way, she thought. Maybe it was her desire to let loose and enjoy. To enjoy being a woman and all that meant. Maybe it was the fact that he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Or maybe a combination of all of the above.
As she pressed her cheek against his chest, their bodies moving as one to the slow beat of the love song, she didn’t care what it was. She knew one thing and one thing only. She wanted this man to sex her up six ways to Sunday. And she wanted him in the worst kind of way.
A smile kicked up the corner of her mouth.
She moved her head from his chest, suddenly aware, afraid someone was watching, that someone would see what he was doing to her, even though her desire was not overt.
“I want you so damn bad, Nikki Francine Danes. In the worst way.”
And just like that, her desire and lust for him grew exponentially. His seductive pronouncement, whispered in her ear, made her glad she’d worn panties. If she hadn’t, her cream would be running down her legs right about now, she thought. She bit back a groan and restrained herself from grinding her body against his.
“Come with me, Nikki. I have a room in the hotel,” he said, and Nikki watched his sensual lips as they framed the words.
Without thinking, she lifted a finger to trace his mouth.
So sexy. Just like the rest of him.
He smiled. Her eyes were drawn to the sexy little dimple at the corner of his wickedly sensual mouth.
“Come play with me,” he said, and she moaned at the immediate response of her body.
Why not? Why not...play? The thought rushed into her mind. A naughty thought. One that, had she had a little less champagne humming through her veins, she wouldn’t dare to think. Taking him up on his offer would be unlike anything she’d ever done.
She was going to allow a man she didn’t really know to take her to his room and, God willing, have the best sex of her life. She wanted him to spank her ass...and make her like it.
She nodded her head and without a thought to anyone looking, she allowed him to guide her from the dance floor and away from the party.
Chapter 4
The ride up the hotel elevator was mercifully empty and as Max ushered Nikki inside, his glance stole over her.
She was nervous, he could tell.
He refrained from hauling her sexy body close to his. Barely.
She was shy and lived with her grandmother, he thought, an unknown smile tugging the corners of his mouth as he recalled the many things he knew about Nikki Danes.
But right now, her excitement was the most relevant thing about her. Her excitement for him.
When he’d been unable to take any more of the hot glide of her sweet body against his, the subtle way she was grinding against his shaft, Max had known the time had come. He’d felt her reaction to him. She was as turned on as he was.
Her reaction had only confirmed what he’d felt from the moment he’d met her: she was shy yet there was...fire, untapped for sure, just below the surface.
He felt like a little boy in a candy shop, mentally rubbing his hands together at the thought of what it would feel like to have her beneath him, to be the man to blow across the embers of her sensuality and release the heat.
He wanted to be the man to do the job.
She kept her face down, shyly, away from his. Instinct was guiding him with her, as it did for everything.
Everything that mattered, he thought.
He shoved that thought aside, as for a moment the relevance she had for him was...new. Something he’d never experienced.
He’d examine that later. Right now it was all about having passionate sex with her.
Again he ignored the inner voice warning him it was more than just sex. He was marking his territory, an instinctual need to claim what his subconscious had marked as his three weeks ago.
He reached for her and brought her closer to his body. He knew that he needed to keep her grounded to him, that like the little hummingbird she appeared to be at the moment, it wouldn’t take much for her to take to the air and fly away.
She was shy, he got that. She didn’t seem to have much experience and there was no telling what was going on in her mind.
She seemed to have a war going on inside her, one he’d give any amount of money to get a true view of. He found that the more he was around her, the more...vested in her he was becoming.
But if he had his way about it, by the end of the night—the weekend, as he’d booked the room for Friday night through Monday morning—his little hummingbird’s wings would be firmly and decidedly clipped.
Without thought he reached over and brought her close, giving her no time to react. He wrapped his arms around her slight body, bringing their bodies into tight alignment, and slanted his mouth over hers.
Max couldn’t deny himself the feeling of her lips, the softness of her touch, for another moment.
* * *
When she felt the smoothness of his firm lips against her mouth, Nikki melted against him.
Not sure what to expect after the suddenness of the kiss, she braced herself for the sensual assault he’d given her on the dance floor.
Her hands fisted the fine cloth of his shirt and she held her breath. He softly kissed her, feathery strokes teasing her mouth, his tongue snaking out to lick her lips.
As he kissed her, he kept a hand on the back of her head, keeping her steady, but without pressure. She moaned into his mouth, the gentleness of the kiss her undoing.
Soothing her. Guiding her. Like an animal in the wild stalking its prey...before it pounced.
The ghost of a warning rang in the back of her mind, but she forced it away.
When the elevator came to a halt, he pulled away, his hands still holding her. An enigmatic smile graced his sensual lips.
Again he held out a hand and wordlessly she placed hers in it, giving him silent permission to guide her into whatever the night had in store.
She followed him out of the elevator, her nerves taut. It wasn’t until he stopped and turned to face her that she glanced around, surprised to find that they were inside the room.
“Is this what I think it is?” she asked, and felt foolish the minute she did, laughing lightly.
If she’d been in the right frame of mind, she would have recognized that they were going to the top floor when he placed the key in the slot on the elevator panel that gave access to the top floor. The penthouse.
She glanced around, surprised, but trying her hardest to be the picture of cool sophistication as she took it all in.
“Wow,” she blurted, and felt inadequate and gauche the minute the words left her mouth. The very antithesis of cool sophistication, she thought, and rolled her eyes at herself. But it was such a spectacular room, so vast, so elegant and beautiful that wow was the only word she could come up with.
She jumped when she felt his big hands land on her shoulders and felt slightly embarrassed by her nervous reaction. He turned her around to face him.
He smiled lightly, but in his eyes the fire from what they’d started, what was burning, lingered. Yet he tilted his head to the side, considering her.
She felt the nervousness that began in her gut bubble and churn, and she swallowed down the sudden anxiety.
What the hell was she doing with this man? She knew next to nothing about him and had simply decided that he would be the one to “clean out her cobwebs”? Her doubts about her mission began to war with the light buzz from the alcohol.
“I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for, but I want you,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers over her body. He brought her close so she could feel the evidence of his arousal. “But only if you want this.” He brought his mouth down to touch hers lightly, his firm lips covering her mouth as he lightly bit down. Not hard enough to hurt, not at all. But enough that she felt the sting.
Her pussy began to throb.
“I know you enjoyed the party,” he said when he released her, a small smile toying with the corners of his sensual mouth. “It’s what I wanted, why I planned it. But again...I don’t want you to do this if it’s not what you want.”
He brought his hand up and caressed the line of her jaw, the small smile still lurking in his deep green eyes.
It was as though he read her mind. Again.
Nikki knew she couldn’t and wouldn’t blame it on the alcohol.
She reached up and traced a finger down the line of his aquiline nose until her finger reached his lip, brushing over the hard yet sensual line of his mouth.
He took the tip into his mouth, sucked on the digit, eliciting a moan from her.
“I want you to want me as badly as I burn for you. As badly as I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you in the elevator,” he said, and tugged her toward him.
The tug was slightly...rough. Matching the tone in his voice. She knew he was holding on by a thread. Yet he wanted to make sure she was comfortable with her decision.
For whatever reason that calmed her, even as her passion for him grew.
“But...only if you want it,” he said, and with that he took her hand in one of his while the other unzipped his slacks. Deftly, he brought his shaft out and he boldly used her hand to cover his hard, thick, long dick.
“Oh, God...yes,” she moaned, closing her hand around him. He lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room toward the king-size bed. She reached a hand up and said softly, “It’s been a while. Please be...careful with me.”
She saw a flare of something flash in his beautiful green eyes before he nodded his head. He whispered softly against her mouth before covering it with his own, “As though my life depended on it.”
Chapter 5
“Be careful with me,” she’d whispered, her voice hesitant.
Those four words had nearly been his undoing. In them he heard more than the obvious. He heard her telling him something more, something his heart recognized as meaningful, deep and pure.
After placing her on the bed, he’d made quick work of his own clothes, shucking his slacks from his body, nearly ripping his shirt from his chest in his haste to feel her skin on his.
He watched her in the soft amber glow as she in turn kept her gaze on him.
Watching him undress.
His dick thumped against his shorts. He withdrew his wallet from his slacks and quickly, deftly, removed three of the tiny square foil wrappers. It would be enough to start.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice rough as he turned to face her. He saw her eyes widen at the three condoms. He kept their gazes locked as he drew his shorts down his legs.
She inhaled a swift breath, her eyes widening even more as she took all of him in.
His laugh was low and purely masculine.
“Yes,” she breathed, her tongue coming out to snake across her full, beautiful lips. And just like that, she had his cock swelling in response. From just one glance at his cock.
If he wasn’t careful, this would be over before he started.
