Page 8 of The Rules Of Attraction
Like this. I would never normally be in a club, drinking and dancing with a stranger.
And, dancing like this.
I wiggled my hips to the beat of the music setting alight a wicked smile his face. He leaned closer, so close that I thought he was going to kiss me. He stopped just a breath away from my lips and paused with that sexy smile for effect. The heat of his body radiating. Hot, just like him.
“Again.” I read his lips.
When I did it again I amplified the move, making it more sexy just for him.
Moving my hands slowly over my hair, down my chest drawing his attention to my breasts.
His gaze heated up turning into a look reserved for a predator stalking a prey.
Devour. The look told me he wanted to devour me.
He slid his hands across to my waist, but it was like I could feel him all over
me.
God, if Tom and Becca could see me now. If they could see this man who was a million times more gorgeous than Tom, and sexy, looking at me as if I was one of those women who were perfect.
And, me… being in this man’s presence instantly gave me sinful thoughts that must have come from a combo of the drink and the wild streak my mind was running on.
The music stopped but that didn’t stop us. He pulled me closer, compelling my head to turn into his powerful shoulders then he dipped down to brush his lips against the curve of my neck.
Just like his voice, it caressed my skin and sparked the endings of my nerves making desire pool deep in my core. I moved away, completely aware of what this man was doing to me, but he caught my hand and pulled me back.
Gazing into his eyes, I saw something sensual there.
It froze me, holding me in place just like earlier.
He reached up and brushed the side of my cheek with his thumb, then lifted my chin towards him.
The cockiness of his smile danced on his lips but served to keep me in the trance of the moment.
His eyes…
They clasped me with lusting invisible fingers and I felt powerless to resist his charm.
“Let me buy you a drink.” He offered.
Nice as this was I couldn’t have another drink, and I was cautious of what having another drink with him would lead to.
“Just had one, but thanks. It was nice to meet you. I should go now.” I stepped out of his touch and moved away.
He was trouble, dancing with me like that. And I would be in trouble to entertain any further contact with him.
I wasn’t used to feeling like this, or sparking weird connections with strangers who could get me all hot and bothered with sinful thoughts I’d need to book a week in confession for.
That wasn’t me, and as carefree as I wanted to be for the night I didn’t think adding a man to the drinks I’d had was a good idea.
Especially not this man, who I shouldn’t have been surprised wouldn’t take no for an answer.
He caught my hand once again before I could get away from him, stopping me in my tracks.
I looked down at our hands joined and then back up to him, and the charmer that he obviously was lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.
Damn.
