Page 28 of Bound By Consequences
I moved fast, coming up on the other side of the beautiful woman, saying, “Just ignore him.” She turned to me, her mouth dropping and eyes going sexy round.
It took her a few beats to get her lips to work, but when she did she rocked me. “Now why would I want to do that?”
Damn, she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful where she really didn’t know how striking she was which made her all the more pretty. From her small nose and glowing green eyes, she was a force to be reckoned with.
“No answer,” she retorted when I said nothing.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen in years. You think I’m lettin’ you go?” Fuck, she was something else. Loved her snark.
To this, she threw her head back and laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere. What’s your name?”
“Micah, you?”
“Cyrus.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
She laughed full out. “Beautiful name? No. More like a life sentence.”
I leaned into her ear. “Sexy Cyrus. Yeah, I think it’s damn perfect.”
Sexy as fuck.
That was exactly what Cyrus was. I wanted to explore, lick, touch and taste every curve. As she leaned into me, the smell of her perfume pulled me in deeper. It was floral, but not overpowering. Subtle. Nothing like the woman herself. She was a siren. One look and you were hooked. Fuck, I was hooked.
“Let’s dance,” I said, holding out my hand to her. She stared down at it like it was a live wire. I waited.
“You want to dance?” she asked, quirking her brow.
Leaning in again, my lips brushed her ear. “You can tell by the way a man moves on the dance floor how he’ll be in bed. Trust me. You want to know.”
She shivered as lust spiraled around her. I could actually smell it, and it was utterly tantalizing.
“Lead the way. See if you can keep up.”
Lacing our fingers together, we moved through the crowds of people and with my bulk, a spot cleared. The song was upbeat and perfect. Wrapping her in my arms, I turned her so her ass was lined up with my cock, and we moved.
Seeing her out here earlier was nothing compared to being side by side with her and feeling her lush body move against mine with ease. The first song turned into four, and by this time we were both a sweaty mess. My cock was aching, and she was looking at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You wanna get out of here?” I asked after spinning her around so she faced me. Her eyes were the color of bright emeralds and seared onto my brain, never to forget this exact shade.
“Where would that be?”
My hips pressed harder against her so she could feel what she had done to me. “My hotel.”
She studied me for quite a while, contemplating. So much so that I’d thought I’d lost her.
Her eyes darted over to her blonde friend who Dryerson had completely occupied. “I’m texting my friend so you can’t kill me.”
“Never can be too careful.”
The following moments were a blur, and the next thing I knew the hotel door was slamming against the wall as we entered. Her legs were wrapped around me and lips attached to mine. My cock rubbed against her heat, just begging to get attention. Moans escaped her as she felt the grind of my hips on her nub.
Her legs released and fell to the ground, and she kicked off her heels which lowered her a couple inches, but my lips followed.
Hands gripped my shirt and pulled it from my body, as her hands trailed down my chest. Each touch made something inside me come alive. This was beyond the physical; there was just something about Cyrus.
Too bad we only had one night. It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my hunger for her, but it would have to do. Time to make the most of it.
