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“Yes! See if those dance moves translate into moves between the sheets. Because, damn, his hip thrusts could do some serious damage to a girl’s vagina. Bring him back to our room tonight. I’ll have a key if anything happens.”
“Where will you stay?”
“I’ll figure it out.” Olivia shrugs a shoulder.
“I won’t lie. The guy is fucking gorgeous. But…” I scrunch my nose, “he looks so…young.”
“And I bet he has stamina like a wild stallion. You need to saddle up and take him for a ride.” Olivia motions as if she’s throwing a lasso while bucking her hips.
“I don’t know. I don’t know him.” As much as I’m attracted to him, I’m still not convinced I can go through with a random hook up.
“That’s the point of a one-night stand. No getting to know you. No awkward first dates. You dive right into the good stuff. Be spontaneous for one night. Don’t think. Just do. Him.” Olivia smirks behind her glass.
“The first time I saw him take his clothes off, all my friends did too.” I cringe. “Not too many people can say that.”
“And I one hundred percent approve. After seeing what he’s packing, you need to see what else he has to offer. Stop trying to talk yourself out of it. A night of fun and debauchery, remember?” Olivia holds her drink up to me and we cheers.
I swallow a big gulp of my martini. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about what a night between the sheets would be like with him. The erotic way he swings his hips. Slow and seductive. I can only imagine what it would be like with him hovering above me, grinding his hips like that.
When I get back to the couch and take a seat, I’m surprised when a piece of black fabric covers my face. When his woodsy spice scent hits me, I know exactly who it belongs to. With one last sniff, I peel it off and I’m greeted with a devilish grin from Olivia as she nods her head to the left. When I twist around, a shirtless stripper is stalking towards me. Olivia scurries off the couch, leaving me all alone with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Oh So Delicious.
“We meet again.” A smile teases his lips.
“Or you’re stalking me.” I mimic his same teasing smile before taking a sip of my drink.
“What can I say? I’m drawn to you like a stripper to a waving dollar bill.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. I slap my hand over my mouth in hopes of not spewing my drink all over his stomach. Chalk this up to the first guy who’s turned me on and made me laugh within the first hour of meeting him.
“How about one last dance before the night's over?” He holds out his open palm.
I eye it suspiciously, unsure of what to do. If I take his hand, a part of me thinks this night might end in more than just a dance, and if I don’t, I might regret it. For a brief moment, I wage the war inside of me. This time the devil wins. I place my hand on his and he tugs me off the couch. With our hands between us, he intertwines our fingers. When I glance up and meet his eyes, a mix of lust and playfulness dance in his dark irises. I make the mistake and glance down to his mouth as his lips tip up into a smile. My chest heaves as my heart rate speeds up from this single action.
“I think I’m affecting you the same way you’re affecting me.” He pulls me to him so our bodies are flush.
“No. This is my natural reaction when a shirtless guy pulls me to his chest.” I smirk.
“What’s your name?”
The question is innocent, but do I want to give him my real name? My heart beats erratically as my gaze shifts back and forth over his face. “Holl—and. Holland.”
“Holland.” The name rolls off his tongue, deep and growly. I could listen to him say it over and over again. Too bad it’s not my name. “Van. My name is Van.”
“Hi, Van.”
“Now that we got that out of the way, what do you say I give you some more one-on-one time?” Before I can respond, Van’s tugging me toward the vacant chair in front of the couch. Van whirls us around. Once the chair brushes against the back of my knees, he’s pushing me down until my butt hits the seat with a thump.
He strolls to the bar, leaving me all alone, and leans over the wood bar top to whisper to the bartender. His muscles flexing and tightening as he rests his hands on the rail. She gives him a slight head nod. A few seconds later, “Ride” by Chase Rice pours through the speakers. When he turns back around, a seductive grin fills his face and my thighs, instinctively, clench together. He prowls toward me like a lion hunting its prey and I’ve never wanted to get caught as badly as I do right now. Everyone is watching from a distance, but I hardly notice. My focus is solely on the man stalking toward me. My chest heaves in sync with each of his footfalls. When he comes to a stop in front of me, his crotch is at eye level. The outline of a very impressive bulge stares back at me. He places a calloused finger under my chin and forces me to meet his gaze.
“Eyes up here.” A smile teases his lips.
He bends down and rests his hands on the back of the chair, caging me in. My eyes never once leave his. He leans in, his lips a mere inch away from mine. The smell of spice and man invade my nose. I’m convinced he’s going to kiss me. My lips part a fraction and my eyes flutter closed as I brace for impact. Seconds pass, but it never comes. Instead, the prickly stubble on his cheek brushes against mine. His breath tickles the shell of my ear. “While I love this dress on you, I wish you had on something else.”
“Why’s that?” My voice is a whisper.
Van pulls back slightly, so I can see his face, my gaze fixated on his lips. “So, I could spread your legs and show you what I really want to do to you.”
My nipples pebble into stiff peaks from his words. I nibble on my bottom lip, imagining what that would be like. Never in my life have I ever had a guy speak to me like this. And holy shit, it’s hot as hell. Dress be damned, I’m tempted to climb this man like a tree and let him have his way with me, right here in front of everyone. But before I can do that, he rises to his full height.
