Page 3 of Forbidden Fiancé

“Then how can I thank you?” I asked.

Even though I couldn’t see her face. I knew she was smiling when she said, “I’m sure I can think of a few ways.”

“As can I.” I leaned back to see she was blushing again.

It wasn’t the reaction I would have thought of a woman who was so honest, so open with her thoughts and wants. Her green eyes held mine as I reached over and took our glasses, handing one to her. She lifted it to mine and we touched glasses. She gave me a questioning look. As if I could read her mind, I knew she was asking me what we were toasting to.

“To unexpected encounters and where they may lead,” I said.

She nodded either her agreement or understanding and brought her glass to her lips. I watched her as I did the same. I had never been jealous of a glass before, but I was knowing it was so close to her lips and tongue. I vowed I would be there very soon.

We hardly spoke, yet we held each other’s gaze. We took our time savoring our drinks, our eyes communicating everything that we needed to say. It became like a dance, we both knew what was going to happen when we finished our drinks, but we weren’t in a rush. It was as if all the fore playing we would have done by talking we were doing by just sitting next to the other and drinking.

She finished her glass first and put it down. I downed the last of mine and then sat up. She didn’t do the same but just looked at me as if she had all the time in the world. She liked to make me believe she was unaffected by what we were feeling but I knew different. I might have just met her, but I knew her, down to her very soul. She wanted me; she wanted what was going to happen. There was no way she could deny it. I could see it in how her eyes darted around my face and her breathing was labored ever so much. It was in how her breasts moved in her dress. It was so rapid; I wondered if they would pop out of it. Something I both wanted and dreaded. While I might want to see her beautiful and more than likely perfect breasts, I didn’t want to share them with anyone else.

I didn’t move but waited for her to stand up. I was telling her with my actions what I wanted; I needed her to do the same. I wanted to think what was going to happen between us was inevitable but she needed to show or tell me. The smile she gave me was seductive and mesmerizing. I held my breath as she leaned towards me and put her mouth next to my ear. The same way I had done to her not that long ago.

Her breath was soft, and I could smell her sweet, yet spicy scent. I wanted to put my hands on her thighs; I wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her into my lap. I wanted to bury my face in her breasts and other even more intimate places and ways. Need, lust, desire, and possessiveness like I had never felt filled me. I held my breath as I waited for her to speak.

My whole body contracted and I almost cried out in happiness when she whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Chapter 3

Natalie

Luke took my hand as we walked out of the bar. He looked cool, calm, and in complete control of himself and the situation. It differed completely from what I was feeling. He hadn’t let me pay for our drinks, even though the bartender already had my card. It was a sweet gesture and one I should have expected from him. He gave off a vibe that he believed that a woman should be cherished and taken care of.

It was one of the many things that attracted me to him. It wasn’t just his rugged good looks, or how he looked at me like he wanted to lick every inch of my body. It was how he seemed to know me, as if he knew me better than I knew myself. I didn’t know how he could; we had just met, or why I felt that way. I just did.

I knew him too. It was like I could read his thoughts. By the looks he was giving me, how his thumb had pressed up against my hand and turned me on, how his seductive voice had sent shivers of raw need to course through my body, it wasn’t hard to figure it out. The man wanted me.

It was reckless, insane, and in the back of my mind I knew I shouldn’t leave the bar with him. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to go with him. I felt as if everything in my life had led me to him, to that moment. If I didn’t leave with him, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

He didn’t exactly pull me out of the bar, but he didn’t stroll out of it either. There was an urgency in his movements, even if they were as fluid and smooth as the drink we had shared. I could feel the tension in his hand as he held mine. I could see it in the muscles of his shoulders as I followed him outside.

The streets were just as busy if not more so, than when I went into Havana Nights. Cars and taxis moved along the street, pushing their way around each other. Pedestrians littered the streets, standing on the sidewalks and even in the streets as they made their way from one bar to the next. The sounds of music, laughter, and the sizzling of food cooking by the street vendors filled the air. After the bar and the soothing vibe, the sounds and smells were almost overpowering.

I stopped in my tracks to take it all in and Luke was right there with me. He turned, still holding my hand, and walked me over to the side of the building. He moved his hands to my hips and pressed me up against the wall. I felt the coolness of the wall against my back and I looked up at Luke. His brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. I thought he had brought me over so I could catch my breath but I could tell that wasn’t his intention at all.

His eyes took an almost predatory look as his mouth came towards mine. I only had time to put my hands on his hips before his mouth pressed up against mine. With a sigh, I opened my mouth and his tongue plunged right in. His tongue was just as demanding and seductive as he had been. The kiss, his tongue, his hands, his mouth consumed every part of me. My nerve endings were on fire with lust and need. My mouth moved around his as my tongue played and teased his.

I felt the satisfaction of his moan move down my body and between my legs as he intensified the kiss. I pushed my hips towards him, feeling his erection strong and proud between us. It was my turn to moan as he gyrated his body over mine. I was wet with need and my legs went weak by his kisses and what he was making me feel.

His hands went down my back and to my ass, cupping it and pushing me closer to him. I followed his lead and dug my nails into his back. He let out a sigh as he moved his mouth to my neck. He licked and sucked his way over to my earlobe, sucking on it and sending shivers down my back.

“Fuck. You are so hot. Are you as turned on as I am? Tell me, are you wet for me?” he whispered.

His words were vulgar and should have turned me off. No man had ever spoken to me that way. No man had ever asked me such a thing. But it was true, I was turned on; I was wet for him. I wanted him to keep kissing me and saying those things to me.

“Luke,” I moaned.

He laughed into my ear before sucking on it one more time. “Good girl,” he whispered.

His mouth moved back to mine and I kissed him with abandonment. My hands moved down to his ass, giving it a squeeze. Luke laughed into my mouth and sucked on my tongue. I hissed into his mouth.

Luke let out a frustrated growl as he broke the kiss. He dropped his head, his breathing labored, and his eyes were closed. He didn’t have to tell me what he was thinking. I could feel it too. This was intense and almost too much to comprehend. He hadn’t stopped because he didn’t want to kiss me, he was afraid of what he was going to do if he didn’t.

I kept my eyes closed as my breath slowly came back to normal. I could feel Luke doing the same thing. My hands were still on his ass while he had moved his to my hip. It felt like he needed to hold me there to make sure I was real and I didn’t leave him. I could no more leave him and what he was making me feel than I could fly.

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