and now.
His hands, flat and warm over my bare back send flames blazing across my skin. I unconsciously hook my arms around his neck and press my bra-less breasts against the vast expanse of his chest. I’m apparently granting him a green light to any advances.
He moves his hands under my arms, his fingers grazing lightly against the side swell of my breasts.
I gasp for air. My tummy muscles clench as my hands fist his hair. I glance up, offering my lips.
The tip of his tongue glides across his lips, but he doesn’t kiss me.
I could die of disappointment.
His hands return to my hips. His fingers dig into my skin and with a firm pull and a sudden thrust, his obscene erection presses against my lower abdomen. The pressure is so immediate and perfect that I feel my legs tremble, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I must admit, this is the closest to an orgasm I have ever come in the arms of a man. And I want more. As bright as the sun on a cloudless day, the awareness that I want this man—this stranger, hits me.
I barely recognize myself. And I don’t care.
With my body singing with desire, time passes. I’m unsure of how long it has been, but all too soon Mr. Adonis leans in and asks, “You want to get something to drink?”
My descent is fast and violent.
I blink my eyes, realizing where I am. Dang. Where’s Chloe? I look around and see her parked on a barstool, talking to Roberto. She knows the bartender from when she used to live in the hotel.
I bite my lip, momentarily unsure of what to do. But I brush the uncertainty aside and nod.
He clasps my hand and pulls me toward the door, only stopping to order some drinks from a waitress.
He releases my hand and pushes the patio door open. The cool night breeze touches my warm cheeks, sending a shiver through my hyper-aware body.
With a hand on the small of my back, he guides me to a small gazebo.
A cascade of golden lights cast a dim glow on plush chairs. I’m uncertain if I should sit or not. A feeling of ineptitude reminds me of my inexperience in the dating department. Not to mention that under the golden light, his face gleams with astonishing beauty. I’m way out of my league here.
“You must forgive my rudeness.” He flashes his perfect teeth. His voice is deep and confident. “The noise inside kept me from introducing myself.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Seth Phoenix.”
“Hi,” I say. Lame, lame response.
He raises a perfect brow, and a glint of amusement fills his eyes.
“Oh. Uh.” Geez, what’s with me? I’m on the shy side, but I pride myself of having my wits about me—most of the time. “Sorry, I mean.” My cheeks burn. I’m certain my face is bright red, only deepening my embarrassment. “I’m—”
“Lottie?” Chloe’s voice snaps me out of my stupor and rescues me from continuing my babbling.
I turn to see Chloe as she sashays our way.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” she says with a note of mischief in her voice. She comes to a halt and looks at us with expectant eyes.
She clears her throat and nods slightly toward Seth.
“Uhm . . . Yes . . . Sorry. Um, this is Seth. Seth this is Chloe.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says, offering her hand.
“Likewise,” he says, displaying another killer smile.
“I’m going up to my room.” She miserably pretends to stifle a yawn. “But before I go.” She leans over, pushes a square plastic card in my hand, and says into my ear, “This is your third gift. Stardust Suite.” She plants a kiss on my face and adds a, “Happy birthday.”
Before I have the chance to say something, she saunters away, saying over her shoulder, “Have a good time, kids.”
Panicking a little, I turn to Seth and hastily say, “Excuse me a moment.”
I rush after Chloe, reaching her when she’s about to open the door and head inside the club. “Wait. Chloe, hold on.”
She turns to face me. “What? What’s wrong? You didn’t like him?” she
His hands, flat and warm over my bare back send flames blazing across my skin. I unconsciously hook my arms around his neck and press my bra-less breasts against the vast expanse of his chest. I’m apparently granting him a green light to any advances.
He moves his hands under my arms, his fingers grazing lightly against the side swell of my breasts.
I gasp for air. My tummy muscles clench as my hands fist his hair. I glance up, offering my lips.
The tip of his tongue glides across his lips, but he doesn’t kiss me.
I could die of disappointment.
His hands return to my hips. His fingers dig into my skin and with a firm pull and a sudden thrust, his obscene erection presses against my lower abdomen. The pressure is so immediate and perfect that I feel my legs tremble, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I must admit, this is the closest to an orgasm I have ever come in the arms of a man. And I want more. As bright as the sun on a cloudless day, the awareness that I want this man—this stranger, hits me.
I barely recognize myself. And I don’t care.
With my body singing with desire, time passes. I’m unsure of how long it has been, but all too soon Mr. Adonis leans in and asks, “You want to get something to drink?”
My descent is fast and violent.
I blink my eyes, realizing where I am. Dang. Where’s Chloe? I look around and see her parked on a barstool, talking to Roberto. She knows the bartender from when she used to live in the hotel.
I bite my lip, momentarily unsure of what to do. But I brush the uncertainty aside and nod.
He clasps my hand and pulls me toward the door, only stopping to order some drinks from a waitress.
He releases my hand and pushes the patio door open. The cool night breeze touches my warm cheeks, sending a shiver through my hyper-aware body.
With a hand on the small of my back, he guides me to a small gazebo.
A cascade of golden lights cast a dim glow on plush chairs. I’m uncertain if I should sit or not. A feeling of ineptitude reminds me of my inexperience in the dating department. Not to mention that under the golden light, his face gleams with astonishing beauty. I’m way out of my league here.
“You must forgive my rudeness.” He flashes his perfect teeth. His voice is deep and confident. “The noise inside kept me from introducing myself.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Seth Phoenix.”
“Hi,” I say. Lame, lame response.
He raises a perfect brow, and a glint of amusement fills his eyes.
“Oh. Uh.” Geez, what’s with me? I’m on the shy side, but I pride myself of having my wits about me—most of the time. “Sorry, I mean.” My cheeks burn. I’m certain my face is bright red, only deepening my embarrassment. “I’m—”
“Lottie?” Chloe’s voice snaps me out of my stupor and rescues me from continuing my babbling.
I turn to see Chloe as she sashays our way.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you,” she says with a note of mischief in her voice. She comes to a halt and looks at us with expectant eyes.
She clears her throat and nods slightly toward Seth.
“Uhm . . . Yes . . . Sorry. Um, this is Seth. Seth this is Chloe.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says, offering her hand.
“Likewise,” he says, displaying another killer smile.
“I’m going up to my room.” She miserably pretends to stifle a yawn. “But before I go.” She leans over, pushes a square plastic card in my hand, and says into my ear, “This is your third gift. Stardust Suite.” She plants a kiss on my face and adds a, “Happy birthday.”
Before I have the chance to say something, she saunters away, saying over her shoulder, “Have a good time, kids.”
Panicking a little, I turn to Seth and hastily say, “Excuse me a moment.”
I rush after Chloe, reaching her when she’s about to open the door and head inside the club. “Wait. Chloe, hold on.”
She turns to face me. “What? What’s wrong? You didn’t like him?” she
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