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He spun me around a couple of times until finally bringing me close to his chest. Hugging my body to his, he once again allowed no space between us. It was what you’d see in a happily ever after movie. Being surrounded by hundreds of people didn’t matter. Our connection made it feel like we were the only two people in the room.
I couldn’t hide my desire for him. I wanted to, but there was no resisting it. He consumed me in every sense of the word. The same emotions I felt were mirrored through his captivated stare. We danced together like we’d been doing it all our lives, held hostage by this deep-rooted love that I was beginning to think would never disappear. No matter how much I wanted it to. It was there, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I don’t know how long we danced because I got lost in the moment there with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ELIAS
“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get–only with what you are expecting to give–which is everything.” —Katharine Hepburn
The crowd quickly parted like the Red Sea, creating a large space for us as my eyes drifted back to the scene unfolding in front of me. As if on cue, soft light illuminated the open room. Candles suddenly lit, spreading throughout the entire area like they magically appeared out of thin air. I didn’t even see anyone light them. It gave the ballroom a translucent aura.
One look.
One moment.
One woman.
Rendered me completely speechless.
All it took was one look from her, and it was enough for me to lose control. I never danced in a room full of people, and there I was, through a fascinated regard, getting lost in her.
Not in the moment.
It was all her.
It’d always been her.
She was fucking stunning in that red silk gown that hugged every curve on her luscious body. Her shoulders and cleavage were bare in a sexy, modest way. Something about the soft material clinging to her body had me completely captivated by her.
Her hair was pinned up with curls framing her delicate yet defined face. The cascading diamond earrings she wore only accentuated her long, inviting neck that I’d been gliding my nose down, to smell the honey on her skin. Almost immediately, I remembered what she tasted like. I was a starving man dying for another bite.
She was a breathtaking vision, triggering me to almost lose my shit over all the men’s eyes on her. There was no taking their greedy stares off her as she twirled around the room, talking to everyone. It was her time to shine, and she brightened up the room, blinding me in the process without even trying. She entranced everyone with her charm as she bathed in the attention. This woman was meant to be the centerpiece of anyone’s world.
Her scent.
Her touch.
Her taste.
She was a thing of beauty.
Everyone, including myself, was there to show their support for the charity, and by that, I mean our checkbooks. The night started with its usual antics, mingling with everyone I was supposed to, acting as if I gave a shit about what we were discussing. It was an art I’d perfected over the years.
That was when my eyes caught something after my speech, or should I say, someone from across the room, and I couldn’t turn away. Capri’s high slit came up her left thigh, practically exposing her panties. She looked good enough to eat, and trust me, I wanted her to sit on my face and do just that.
I tried to ignore the fact that she was talking to Robert Cavall, a well-known financial contributor to all things “kissing ass” to get ahead in his own agenda to become a senator. He was a tall, heavier-set man but still had the rugged pretty boy looks with his blue eyes, brown hair, and a shitload of money that drove ladies wild. His vast reputation with women stemmed from his large bank account. He changed his arm candy like he changed his suits. A different set of tits for every event. I wasn’t surprised he’d shown up; what shocked me was that Capri was his latest conquest.
He had been overseas and must not have heard the news that she was mine.
I watched her for the next hour, socializing and working the room as if it came naturally to her. I could barely endure their constant caresses on the side of her arms. The way they’d lean in a little too close when she was talking to them, making sure to keep their eyes focused on hers when they really wanted to be eyeing her body.
Their interactions weren’t the only thing that bothered me, though. What held me hostage the most was how she had every man in the room eating out of her hand. I wanted to see how this Capri Locke worked in my element.
In my world.
This was why I fought the urge to make my presence known to her and each man she met. I watched her every move, from her mannerisms to how she flipped her hair when she spoke, getting these men to hang onto every word that left her mouth. Her subtle movements of how she stood and casually swayed her body to the beat of the music from the orchestra.
