Excerpt
“Dance with me?”
Her eyes glimmer. The
most captivating smile spreads across her face. Taking her beer out of her
hand, I set it down on the table next to me. I gently pull her into my arms.
Her body presses firmly to mine. Her hands twine around my neck. God, she feels
so good. It’s as if she was made to be here in my arms. We sway slowly.
Clapton’s deep velvety voice is speaking the truth. She does look wonderful.
“You surprise me at every turn, Mr. Diamond.” Her breath is so
close to my ear. I’ve never danced with a woman before. I have no clue what the
hell I’m even doing. All I know is she spears my thoughts. I can’t stop
thinking about her. I could easily become addicted to this euphoria as much as
I’m already addicted to her well-being. I’m in way over my damned head. I know
so much about her, yet I feel like there is so much more to learn. I’m turning
into one of those fuck-puppets. She has me dangling on a damn string and
doesn’t even fucking know it. Alina has the upper hand here without knowing
much about me. I chastise myself mentally to move slowly, to learn about her
more intimately. Not in a sexual way. She needs to know she can trust me. I
wonder what’s going through her mind right now. My mind is screaming at me to
find out things about her I don’t know, while my dick is trying to fight its
way out of my pants. Yeah, well forget it, buddy. She will definitely be worth
the wait.
“That’s the plan.” My voice is gruff.
She squeals slightly
when I dip her back, her long naked neck exposed. It’s my tongue this time that
wants to reach out and run up her graceful neck. Lick her lazily, seductively.
I rein him in. Keep my mouth shut. I bring her back up, spinning her slowly
then bringing her back into me. I need to tie my dick up with my tongue, this
way they’ll both shut the hell up.
“Are you a romantic?”
Our mouths are not
even an inch apart.
“I’ve never had
anyone to romance before.”
I’m speaking the
truth. My hand instinctively reaches up and caresses her cheek.
“You are astoundingly beautiful in every way a woman should
be.”
The music keeps playing. It switched to a different song.
I’m so caught up in her I couldn’t tell you the name of the song if my life
depended on it. It’s slow and sensual, exactly the same way we are swaying back
and forth. There’s no lead and follow between us. We’re two people attracted to
each other.
We’ve stopped moving.
My hand is still stroking her cheek. Her eyes dart to my lips. My plan was to
go slow with her. To not even kiss hertonight before I took her home. To let
her know I respect her in every way. But
I can’t seem to help myself. My face leans in slowly, knowing I only get one
first kiss with this woman. I could devour her with my mouth, clue her in and
let her know specifically what she does to me. Instead, when my lips brush
across her soft lips, a spark ignites in me. I’ve often wondered if the truth
stands behind what happens when two electric currents collide. I feel it. The
heat is slowly building up, then vaporizing in an extremely hot explosion.
Darting my tongue
out, I slowly glide it across her bottom lip. She exhales, opening wider,
clinging her mouth to mine. My plan was to control this kiss, but she takes
complete control, which shocks the shit out of me. I’ll let her for now. She
shows no sign at all of her sweet innocence, her lack of experience. Those
tantalizing plump lips feel better than I ever thought they would. She’s
kissing me like she’s never been kissed before. Bringing my other hand up to
hold her in place, I tilt her head to the perfect angle. Her tongue darts out
first, slowly meshing with mine. I lose all control then, devouring her mouth
with mine. Our tongues play war with one another, each one trying to demolish
the other. Fuck me all the way back to Michigan. I am so totally screwed.
Totally fucked.
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