Page 73 of Undone, Love Times Three

“Well, I’m glad the party was boring.” My frown makes him smile. “You wouldn’t have walked in here otherwise.”

Biting my lip, I glance at the bar. My eyes are drawn back to him when he raises his hand and lightly touches my jaw, tilting my head up. His fingertips leave a trail of fire across my skin. It burns all the way through me, across my breasts, through my stomach and down between my thighs.

This is crazy, I shouldn’t allow a man I’ve only just met to touch me this way. He trails his fingers over the tattoo, then pulls back and drinks more of his wine. It crosses my mind that he could be some kind of pickup artist.

“My brother is getting married, here in the hotel. Tomorrow.”

“Really? It’s a beautiful place to get married.”

He eyes the bar then focuses back on me. “Yeah. I’m only in town for two days.”

“Where do you live?”

“Vancouver.”

My brow lifts in surprise. “You’re Canadian?”

“No, American. I moved to Canada for work straight out of college. Loved it so much, I stayed.”

“You’re a long way from home then.”

He nods. “Family weddings, not something you can get out of. Would you like to dance?”

People behind us are dancing. I hadn’t noticed until now. The music is a slow, sexy beat and the couples are dancing close. It’s not a nightclub. Without second guessing myself I nod.

He reaches his hand towards me, and I slip mine into it so he can help me down off the stool. That throbbing vibration begins again. My nipples pebble under the dress. I’m not wearing a bra so it’s obvious what’s going on. It’s not cold here.

His smile is knowing as he moves alongside me, pressing his palm to my lower back. My pulse is pounding, and my breath is thready.

He spins me towards him when we reach the dancefloor and pulls me close. Our bodies are flush and where we touch, it feelslike fire is licking over my skin. It’s a wonder my dress hasn’t combusted and fallen to the floor.

He keeps one hand on my lower back, the other takes my hand. I’ve never danced like this before. I’m more of a hardcore club girl. Then again, I’ve never doneanyof this before. Gone to a hotel bar alone, wearing a cocktail dress, accepting a drink from a stranger across the room.

The courage to look up at him escapes me, so I stare at his shoulder. The people all around us vanish as he moves us, leading as if he was born to do it. He makes me feel safe, sexy and… horny.

The hand I had on his shoulder lowers down over his chest. His heart is beating hard beneath my palm. He releases my hand and touches my chin, delicately feathering over my skin, tilting my head so our eyes meet.

Something passes between us in that look. An understanding, a need. I can’t look away as his head lowers, and he lifts mine.

His lips touch mine and all thought spirals out of my head.

Her

Ansel

Her lips are tentative at first, but her body gives her away as she melts against me. We keep moving in each other’s arms as our lips test each other out, teasing and gentle.

The moment I saw her sitting across the bar, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Raven black hair, beautifully sculpted face and piercing blue eyes I could see all the way across the room. Her dark red dress, with thin straps, V-neck and slit up the thigh perfectly matched her pale skin and hair.

She is a vision of dark beauty and intrigue, and I couldn’t stop watching her. I don’t go to bars and pick up strangers. This woman doesn’t feel like a stranger. She fits perfectly in my arms, the way she sways with me is like a sensual, natural dance of our bodies tangled together.

Her lips part and her tongue touches mine gently. My cock thickens. I’d give anything to press it against her, but I don’t want to scare her.

Moving my hand to the back of her neck, I cup her head in my palm, holding her there as the kiss deepens. Our tongues move in an erotic dance that has all of my senses spiraling out of control.

She pushes against me and there is no way she can’t feel my erection pressing into her. Instead of recoiling, she thrusts into me.

Fuck. I move, putting my thigh between her legs and stroking my hands up her ribcage. My thumbs move under her breasts, and she surges up, writhing on my thigh.

---