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Which, if I was being honest, wouldn’t have been all that nauseating.
Not one bit.
I almost looked out to the floor to check in with Tamara, then decided against it. She’d ghosted me over an hour ago and it was clear she was preoccupied herself.
One of my resolutions was to take more chances.
You only live once, right?
I tossed a few bills on the bar, fingers rattling, but when I spoke, I was impressed by how confident I sounded. “Lead the way.”
Pleasure shot through me like a rocket when he reached for me, his fingers interlacing with mine. Regret came swiftly because I was already drawing his name in cursive in my mind and I knew that wherever we were headed, it wasn’t down the aisle. This wasn’t about romance or love.
This was lust.
We left the ballroom, the noisemakers already hooting since midnight was so close we could touch it. The lobby I’d marveled at when Tamara and I arrived was a sea of gold and marble, but the luxury barely registered now. I’d never seen hands as sexual things or anything erotic, but the feel of him had my body humming. Just the gentle stroke of his thumb over my skin had my heart pounding in my chest.
He hadn’t even touched me, really touched me, and I was already putty in his hands. Clay to mold as he saw fit.
We stepped into the elevator and he fished out his room key, waving it over the panel. He hit the golden button at the top.
‘P’.
The Penthouse? I’d never been to the-
I gasped as his hand shot out again and he yanked the emergency stop. He’d let go of my hand, which was probably a good thing because I may have crushed a bone or two.
He faced me, a wolfish grin teasing his mouth as he devoured me with those eyes. “You really are beautiful.”
His choice of words, while he was literally screwing me with his eyes, made me giggle nervously. “T-Thanks. You too.”
You too?
You too?!
I tried to cover my awkwardness. “I-I mean-”
“Shh,” he said softly, his fingers matching the gentleness of his tone as he skimmed my waist. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you walk through the door.”
I arched my brow. He noticed me? I didn’t remember him at all because if I saw him watching me, I would have probably done something really sexy like trip over my own feet.
But his touch, coupled with his gaze, had me trembling. Wondering if he was about to do what I thought he was about to do.
Right here.
In the elevator.
He dropped to his knees, his fingers still exploring. Stroking the line of my calves. Dancing over the curve of my hips. Skating toward my inner thigh.
The hunger inside me had taken over and I hiked up my hem until it pooled just above my hips. Trading the slinky fabric for the chill of the air, kissing my bare skin.
“God,” he groaned, feasting on me, on my body like he couldn’t believe that I was his.
I was the one losing my mind because the last time a man was this close to touching me down there with his mouth, it was on my birthday.
A special occasion.
Jason was looking at me like he could do this every day...and it still wouldn’t be enough.
