Page 5 of Consequence of One Reckless Night

Sipping the strange concoction Alexandre brought her, Raquel looked around. People were taking a break, just like the DJ, and the music switched to a slow song.

“I think I will sit this one out,” she muttered, gulping down the rest of her drink, wincing when it immediately gave her brain freeze.

“Dance with me,” Alexandre said, grabbing her hand.

Raquel watched him flag down one of the uniformed waiters before handing over their drinks to him. She wasn’t tired. In fact, she was pumped full of adrenaline—and lust.

A man wanting to be with her? It was a new thing to her, and she wanted to make the most of it.

She wanted to step back and examine the new sensations she was experiencing, but if Alexandre wanted to stay with her, who was she to say no? After all, after tonight, would she ever see him again?

So she went into his arms willingly, sighing when he drew her close. His scent filled her nostrils—heady and musky, and it filled her mind with images of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies.

Her cheeks flooded with color as her breasts swelled and the tips hardened. A delicious languor swept through her, and they moved together as one—her head on his chest, her hand clenched tight in his grasp.

They danced for a long time, not caring that the song changed, and a dance number had the party animals crowding the dance floor again.

Raquel felt cocooned in his arms. She felt safe and—wanted. Her skin tingled and blood pulsed. The throb between her legs intensified as moisture gushed out, signaling her body’s readiness to be possessed.

It felt right when Alexandre gently released her hand and cupped her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as soft, firm lips touched hers, sending sparks skittering over her body. She gasped when his tongue came out and licked her lips, gently probing them apart to slide into the heat of her mouth. Her heart stopped for a second and then began to thud rapidly.

Her first kiss! And one on the lips at that!

Strong arms wrapped around her waist as she was lifted to the tip of her shoes. Boldly, Alexandre’s tongue probed into her mouth, teasing and tangling with hers, sending heat flooding through her entire being.

She trembled as need shot through her, moaning into his mouth, sucking his tongue back into her mouth when he began to withdraw. Raquel didn’t know what she was doing, but she’d read enough about kisses and decided to put everything she learned into action.

She kissed him harder—tasting his lips and his tongue, loving his heat and taste. It was a powerful aphrodisiac—his taste, something spicy and utterly mind-blowing. Her fingers clutched his shirt as she pushed herself closer to him, loving the hardness of his chest against her soft breasts. She reveled in the knowledge that he wanted her, as evidenced by his pulsating length against her belly.

Their tongues mated as the kiss became fevered, their breathing becoming harsh as they fought for dominance, wanting the upper hand in a kiss that all but incinerated them.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Alexandre tore his mouth away from hers.

His loud, ragged breathing filled her ears as his taste and smell filled her senses and set her body on fire. Rough palms cupped her face, forcing her to look up at him.

“Come home with me.”

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