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His eyes are penetrating, searching, and unrelenting with their intensity.

I have no idea what he’s seeing in mine, but I can’t look away. He’s holding me hostage, making it feel like we’re completely alone to where I can’t hear or see anyone else.

It’s just my pounding heartbeat and him.

I weave my fingers around his neck and see his eyes turn molten when I play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He presses me flush against him and I can feel every inch of him – solid and secure. A wall of muscle that has my core clenching and my blood buzzing with need.

He guides my hips to start moving to the music again, and I oblige with ease, not even realizing I had been frozen in place, too entranced by him.

When I feel his hard cock against my hip, my eyes widen and my cheeks flame with heat. I don’t think he can see my innocent reaction with the red tinged lighting in here, and when I shift against him so I can feel more, his eyes grow darker and his hands burn me through my dress.

I scratch my nails against the back of his neck, causing his jaw to flex and his pulse to pound even harder against my wrist that’s resting against his neck. It gives me the urge to find out every single thing I can do to drive this intense, too-good-looking-for-this-world man, to the edge before he gives me exactly what I set out in search of tonight. Because if there’s any man in this club that I’d want to give some, if not all, of my firsts to so my future husband doesn’t get them, then it’s this man.

Licking my bottom lip, I rake my nails down the sides of his neck and grab his shoulders. His eyes dart away from mine to follow my tongue’s movements as I wet my bottom lip, and his hands slide a few inches lower so that the tips of his fingers are pressing into the top of my ass cheeks.

My lips part as a small moan escapes, feeling so much of him while not enough at the same time. The sound gets lost in the air between us, but his eyes snap back to mine and hold a newfound gleam like he really did hear me.

Every ounce of him screams ‘experienced’ and that he knows exactly how to touch and please a woman. And so help me God, I want to be at the receiving end of all of that knowledge. So damn badly.

The songs bleed together and I have no idea how long I’ve been dancing with my sexy stranger, but with each song that passes, my legs grower weaker and weaker under his gaze until I’m unsure if I can trust myself to walk away from him on my own. Not that I even want to. I know he knows exactly what he’s doing to me too, because his grip on me tightens as he starts to lead me off the dance floor, and doesn’t stop until my back hits a wall where the lighting doesn’t reach his face anymore. He’s even more of a mystery to me now.

He dips his head, his lips hovering just above mine.

I need him to close the distance.

I need to know how it feels to be kissed so thoroughly, I lose my breath. I just know that’s how he kisses, too. He doesn’t seem like a man who does anything half-way.

Sliding his hands down to cup my ass, he squeezes my sequin covered flesh, and I don’t even try to hold back the moan that escapes me.

His chest rumbles against mine in response, and then his lips are at my ear. “You can feel how much I want you,” he rasps, the roughness to his voice making my pulse quicken further. “And if I were to slide my hand up under this sexy dress, how wet would I find you?” I suck in a ragged breath and bite my bottom lip, his warm breath and dirty words making me even wetter. “Answer me,” he demands, his impatience making my smile.

My lips brush his ear as I tell him, “Very.”

He groans against my neck, the vibrations traveling through me and settling in my core as he plants a kiss against my heated flesh that sends goosebumps flaring across my skin.

Feeling bold and in a trance of lust, I suggest, “Why don’t you feel for yourself?”

I know we’re hidden in the shadows, but that doesn’t mean no one can see us or isn’t watching us right now. I couldn’t care less at the moment, though. I just need him to touch me. I needhim to relieve the ache pulsing deep inside of me that began the moment he put his hands on me.

His hot tongue slides up the column of my neck and I tilt my head to give him more access. He rewards me with another kiss below my ear before saying in a rough voice that’s fraught with strained restraint, “You do realize you can’t offer me what I want the most on a silver platter and not expect me to take it, right?”

“Please,” I beg shamelessly. “Take it. Take me. I need you to touch me.”

“Fuck,” he growls, sinking his teeth into the spot he just planted his kiss, making my stomach quiver and my core clench with the desperate need for his touch.

He keeps one hand firmly on my ass while the other slides over my hip and down my thigh, stroking my bare skin before finally sliding it across the front and up my inner thigh. He leaves a trail of fire in his wake, and I’m practically vibrating with anticipation.

He inches higher and higher, until he’s teasing the crease at the apex of my thigh with his fingers, sliding them back and forth along the edge of my lace panties that are hardly a barrier between him and where I want him most. I inhale a sharp breath at how close he is, then choke out a frustrated grunt when he doesn’t go any further.

His dark chuckle in response to my disappointment has me digging my nails into the back of his neck.

“So eager,” he muses, his lips right at my ear again. “I can feel how hot your pussy is without even touching it. So needy.”

I nod my head, my voice eluding me with his brazen words. He cups my lace-covered center, pressing the heel of his hand against my throbbing clit.

I gasp, then moan.

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