Page 4 of Falling for You

It’s the guy who I nearly bumped into.

He smirks, a dimple popping out on his right cheek, and I clear my throat and say, “I, uh, thank you for my drink.”

He nods before tilting his head, then demands, “Dance with me,” my eyes widen in shock, my mouth parting.

I look around him and notice the blonde glaring my way. I wince before looking back at the hot guy and mention, “I don’t think your date will be happy with that.”

He grins and,oh my god…

“She’s not my date, just a girl who threw herself at me. It’s good to know you’ve been watching me, though,” he replies, his eyes taking in my short black dress, which shows more cleavage than I am happy with. My sister begged me to wear it just so shecould wear the same one but in white, which is kind of funny considering she won’t be pure after tonight.

My eyes widen, and I stutter, “I uh, no, I just,” I clear my throat, “I nearly bumped into you both on my way to the bar.”

His intense eyes come back to mine, then repeats, “Dance with me,” as he takes a step closer, his body pressing against mine, and yes, my libido pours out of me for the first time, his body heat making my mind scramble.

I lick my bottom lip, his eyes following the motion before I slowly nod, wondering if I’ve lost my fricking mind.

This man is a Greek god and so out of my league.

He grins and takes me by my hips before moving backward into the crowd, not caring if he bumps into anyone, his eyes only on me. I can feel that blonde-haired girl’s eyes on us, but I try to ignore them and focus on the man before me.

His eyes pierce into me as he drags my body into his, without my permission, my arms lift and go around his shoulders as he grips my hips. Our bodies move together, and not once does he break eye contact. The electricity is sizzling between us, and I don’t know how, but I know this man will overcome me.

He’s going to become my everything…

Song after song, he continues to keep me with him, and it doesn’t matter if it's fast or slow; our rhythm doesn’t change.

I can feel my breathing pick up, my chest sweating as he brings his hand up and cups my cheek, my eyes race between his before his mouth hits mine, and everything around us disappears. My only focus is the feeling of his soft lips against mine, and I can’t help my reaction as I lean against him, giving him my weight as he licks the seam of my lips.

I open before his tongue enters my mouth, tangling with mine, and my whole body lights up like fireworks.

His hand grips tighter on my cheek while he brings his other arm around my waist, holding me close as he deepens the kiss and oh,wow, what an amazing kiss it is.

I don’t know how long we kiss, but breathing becomes difficult before he pulls back and places his forehead against mine.

I breathe heavily, keeping hold of him as we make eye contact.

He licks his swollen lips and rasps, “Come home with me.”

My breathing halts as my eyes race between his. Can I do that? Can I go home with a complete stranger, not knowing his name, and give him something I’ve held onto as a screw you to my parents because staying pure and not doing as they ask by marrying a perv angers them.

“Please, beautiful, I don’t want this night to end,” he whispers and gently kisses my lips, and again, everything fades, I realize then, damn, I’m really going to do this.

Chapter 1

Taylor

Shit, shit, shit, shit.…

The woman behind me squeezes me tight, her body pressed against mine so tight that I can feel her handful of tits against my back, making my cock feel very fucking uncomfortable in my jeans as I maneuver us through New York traffic on my matte black Honda Maverick which isn’t a good combination, fuck me, my heart pounding.

I’ve never had this feeling with anyone before, not even my high school sweetheart Lydia Martins, the head cheerleader who took my virginity in the janitor’s closet.

Fuck, this is the first time I’ve ever had anyone on the back of my bike before.

I noticed the gorgeous redhead as soon as I walked into Bulls bar, but she was with someone I assume was her sister, whowas wearing a bride sash. The blonde girl was shoved at me by a bunch of her friends, and yes, she had puck bunny written all over her, her caramel eyes showing nothing but money signs, but she was hot, and the redhead didn’t even look twice my way as my boys and I walked into the same bar we always go to celebrate after a win much to my dismay.

It’s well known that’s our hang out, meaning every game day, it’s fucking packed with overly dressed horny women wanting a roughed-up hockey player hoping to piss off their daddies or wanting to tie one of us down for a lavish lifestyle. Then there was this perfect woman who didn’t even look twice at any of us, her main focus, the woman in the bridal sash.

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