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With my pulse racing, he swept his tongue inside, dominating mine easily and without any resistance. I could feel his hunger in his possessive touch. His fingers dug into my skin, holding me.
Commanding me.
At that very moment, I wanted nothing more than to surrender to him body and soul.
He gently rubbed his thumb back and forth, keeping the tiny jolts of current alive. I was lost in the moment as he dominated my tongue, rolling our lips open while he explored the deepest recesses. I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, clinging to him, arching my back from needing to be closer.
When he finally broke the kiss seconds later, he held us together as if refusing to let the moment pass.
Lightheaded, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and almost instantly, a slight, husky growl floated around us.
When he eased away, he darted his eyes back and forth across mine. The same deliciously wicked smile lingered on his handsome face. “I’m very much looking forward to tonight. Thiswas just the beginning. And by the end of the night, you’ll be begging for more.”
CHAPTER 8
Halle
The View of the World restaurant.
World renowned.
Recipient of the Wine Spectator Award of Excellence for over twenty years.
Famous for a dining room that revolved three hundred and sixty degrees every eighty minutes. A view of Las Vegas to die for.
Strict dress code. Incredible chef. Amazing menu.
A piano player providing soulful, beautiful music.
Candles of every size creating a shimmering glow throughout the expansive space.
And we had it all to ourselves.
“How?” I asked finally as I sipped my glass of wine. The cabernet was incredible. When paired with oysters on the half shell andseared Scottish salmon, a perfect choice. It was even better with the layered chocolate hazelnut cake for two.
“How?” Alexsey asked as he lifted his forkful of cake, his eyes narrowing. When he reached across the table, arching a single eyebrow, I automatically opened my mouth.
He had a way of issuing silent commands that I’d not only followed, but had wanted to do so. To please him. To experience every sensual side of the man. I nodded as I chewed. Everything about him was sensual, including the way he slipped a single finger through a drop of icing left on my bottom lip.
Before saying anything, he slid his finger into his mouth, taking the time to suck on the icing, the act so provocative I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“The restaurant. How did you convince the owner to allow you to have the dining room all to ourselves?”
His chuckle sent a series of vibrations down my arms, straight to my already aching pussy. My core had been throbbing all night, through lively and interesting conversations, discussions on music and books, movies and the state of Las Vegas. We’d laughed and bantered and I’d never felt so comfortable with anyone as I did with him.
How strange.
How electrifying.
“As I told you,” he started.
“That’s right. You have your ways.” I swiped my finger through icing on the cake, immediately brushing the tip across his lips. “And so do I.” Before I had a chance to pull my arm away, he wrapped his long fingers around my wrist and took my fingerinto his mouth. Just watching the way his eyes became hooded as he sucked on my finger was powerful.
The way he danced his tongue across my skin was evocative.
And the intensity of his actions became seductive.
“Tell me something, Halle, and be truthful.”
