Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
After a quick glance at my friends—Joy was staring at him as if he was Channing Tatum doing a full strip tease in front of us—I placed my hand in his, and then tried to jerk away as an electrical charge zapped between us.
The mysterious man gently led me out of the seating area with his hand resting lightly on my lower back, his good manners a direct contrast to his rough image.
Alcohol obliterates the filter between my mind and my mouth so I found myself blurting out, “Why do you want to dance with me?”
He drew me closer, then dipped his face down to nuzzle my ear as he said, “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. What’s your name?”
I desperately wanted to believe him, but a lifetime of being told I wasn’t good enough reared its ugly head and twisted his words inside of my mind, making me hear them as a mocking insult.
“My name’s Hannah, but you don’t have to give me a line. Why did you really ask me?”
He jerked back and looked down at me with a curious expression. “You don’t believe me?”
Anger, mixed with a disconcerting desire, had me tugging away from him. “I don’t want to dance with you anymore.”
When I tried to let go of his hand, his gaze cleared and, for the first time, I felt like he looked at me, really looked at me—then he gave me an utterly charming smile that flooded my panties with desire.
“I guarantee you do.”
Holy hell, I think a small climax fluttered through my clenching sex.
Examining him closer, I was once again reminded that he was a solid man with a presence as big as his frame, drowning me in his heat. When he placed his hand gently beneath my chin and forced me to meet his gaze, I couldn’t find the strength to resist his unspoken control. We studied each other for a moment in the flashing lights of the club, desire curling low in my belly as I drank in his harsh good looks. This was a confident, powerful, intimidating man. The exact opposite of my usual type of guy. I liked smart, quiet, and nerdy. Or at least I used to. My throbbing clit assured me that my tastes in men had changed.
Big time.
Now, mature, dangerous, and built like a professional wrestler seemed to be my preference.
In a way, he did actually remind me of a professional wrestler my cousin used to watch, Triple H. Same heavy brow and deep-set eyes, along with a good dose of menace. The man holding my face as gently as could be was the kind of men others feared, but not me. I had the strangest sense that he’d protect me, if I let him.
He raised my hand to his lips and gently brushed them over my skin, then, when his tongue flicked out to taste me, my nipples became so hard they ached. “One dance. Let me show you how good things will be between us.”
“Will be?” I rolled my eyes even as my panties were wet with desire and my pulse throbbed with growing need. “You sound awfully sure about that.”
“Baby girl, one thing I can promise you is that I’ve never been as sure about anything in my life. Enough talking, I’ve waited what seems like an eternity for this moment. I need to touch you.”
A tremble of need raced through me and the thought of rubbing my drunk and horny body against his seemed to be the best idea I’d had in ages.
He led me to the dimly lit VIP dance floor, already packed with people dancing close—really close. I was pretty sure we passed a couple where the woman had her hand down her dance partner’s pants, but we’d moved on before I could get a good look. When he came to a stop, we were near the middle of the dance floor and the bass was intense, shivering through my body like my skin was being kissed by snowflakes. My breasts ached and I hoped it wasn’t too obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra. Normally with my little lady humps, I didn’t have to worry about support, but one glance down at my ridged tips sticking out like pencil erasers made me rethink my stance on backless, and braless, dresses.
That is, until my dance partner stroked his finger down my bare spine, sending a flurry of want cascading into my body, making me moan. Thankfully that wanton sound was hidden by the music, but when he moved fully behind me, grasped my hips and pulled me back into his thick erection, my moan must have been audible to everyone in a ten-foot radius. It felt so good that I’m not ashamed to say I ground my ass against him like a randy slut.