Page 10 of Sweet Deception
“Care to join me on the balcony?”
The question coils around my neck like a snake and slowly tightens as I watch him yank open the doors and step out into the night air, leaving me alone to reevaluate my life choices.
How did I get myself into this mess? It’s not too late to retreat. I could sneak back into the reception to find a different target, but why does that seem so much more impossible than just walking out onto that balcony?
After a few deep breaths, I set the glass down, slip out of my heels, and pad across the cold marble floor toward the open door.
You can do this, Nika. Get him into that shower and swipe that phone…
Outside, the stunning, glittering view of the Vegas Strip set against the dark desert sky stills me. Colorful neon lights illuminate the night like a living painting, and the beauty steals the air from my lungs.
I only get a few moments to absorb the wonder before Darren pounces.
One iron arm wraps around me, slamming me into his body with unyielding strength. He’s so solid everywhere that the experience is akin to smacking into a cement wall.
He crushes his mouth to mine, and every thought in my head swirls to nothing. God, his kiss…so potent and powerful.
His insistent tongue coaxes mine to play, and the heat our kiss generates spreads like liquid honey to other parts of my body.
A moan escapes me, and Darren growls in reply.
His strong hands stroke my neck with a combination of surprising gentleness and demand. They slide down my shoulders and skim the sides of my breasts, approaching but never quite touching my hardening nipples.
He continues his leisurely exploration of my body, working his way down to my hips. I quiver with anticipation, wondering where those hands might venture next.
The touching grows more possessive, as if he’s marking me as hiswith every flick of his tongue, with every caress of his fingertips.
I’m so far out of my league, it’s not even funny.
I whimper when he sucks on the sensitive skin of my throat and his big, nimble-fingered hands cup my ass and squeeze. It feels good, I almost cry out his name.
What kind of madness is this? The man doesn’t even think Iknowhis name.
I do my best to shake the erotic daze. I need to free myself from this seductive web he’s weaving. I have to…I need to tell him…
Darren’s hand runs down my thigh and grabs a fistful of my dress, suffocating the fledgling protest in my throat. He yanks the material with enough force towhirl me around until my back’s plastered to his chest and I’m facing the balcony door.
The excess momentum forces me to slap my palms against the glass to prevent a fall. My reflection acts like a truth potion, staring back at me with wild eyes and flushed cheeks.
This is pure heaven.
This is a catastrophe.
Now that I’m bracing myself against the door, Darren’s huge erection digs into my ass as he trails rough kisses over the back of my neck.
I arch my spine to increase the delicious pressure, and that’s when it registers.
Sex is inevitable. The only things holding us back are my dress and his tuxedo pants.
He wraps both muscled arms around my waist. One hand snakes up between my breasts to clamp around my throat. The other one slips between my legs over the chiffon, unerringly locates my swelling clit and starts circling.
“I don’t think…” I gasp, dropping my head in defeat. It’s good.Too good.“Oh,please.”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” His question crawls into my ear as his teeth clamp down on the lobe. “Isn’t this why you came up here with me? Not to think, but to feel?”
I want to tell him to stop, that this crazy game has gone far enough, but then he tightens his grip around my neck and words fail me as desire trumps all cognitive functioning.
The show of dominance lights me up like a bonfire. It’s as if he flipped a switch inside me—one I didn’t even realize existed.
