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Sure, she has the face of an angel, but it's more than that. There's something about her that speaks to me on a level I can't begin to understand.
As I stare at her trying to decipher the charged atmosphere all around us, the entire room disappears, and I feel nothing but the punch of my heart against my ribs and the throb of my suddenly rock-hard cock in my slacks. Thank God for the long cut of my tux jacket, or I will be giving the prissy conformists all around us quite the eyeful.
I swallow thickly, my breaths coming faster and faster, my hands nearly shaking with the swirling mass of emotions devastating my body and spirit.
I don’t know what this means, but it does mean something.
It could mean everything.
I’ve never felt such a strong connection with another person, let alone a woman I’ve never talked to or even met before in my life.
I vaguely perceive the touch of Tasha's hand on my arm and the voice of her girlfriend, Di, asking me what's wrong, but I don't say a word. I don't think I can right now, my mind is flying a mile a minute, and I'm so damn horny and confused I can barely stand.
I turn to my best friend and shake my head slightly, then I focus my attention back on my tempting stranger.
My eyes sweep over her petite form, and I feel a smile tug at my lips when I consider the height difference between us; I know that if —when— I'll take her in my arms, she'll barely reach my shoulder with the top of her head and I feel the strong need to protect her and cherish her settle over me like a blanket I never knew existed, something that I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to shed now, not if she is in my life.
She seems as affected as I am by the pull between us and just as much shocked as I probably look right now.
There’s confusion in her large eyes; they are dark but not brown.
I take a step closer, and she does the same.
They are green. I smile. I’ve never seen eyes of such a shade before. They make me think of spring, of green forests and damp grass kissed by the sun after a sudden burst of summer rain. I could gaze upon them forever.
I catch the glint of the chandelier above us as its crystals reflect the light off the long, sleek, brown strands of her hair; it looks as shiny and soft as the finest dark silk that money could buy.
My eyes linger on her velvety, full, pouty lips painted with a light sheen of rose-colored lip gloss.
God, I want to lick it off her mouth and kiss her until we can’t breathe anymore.
I can see small, perky tits under the little black number she is wearing, the perfect size to squeeze in my palms or suck in my mouth, but her hips are the thing that really finishes me off, making me more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.
They are wide and generous, the kind of hips a big man like me could grab onto when driving his cock home.
I can see myself doing exactly that, and I feel another surge of blood head south.
Fuck, that little dress hugs her in all the right places. I could stare at her forever and die a happy man, except I know that I could walk to her, grab her and crush her to my body and be an evenhappier manand very much alive instead.
I feel my dick jump against my fly as it swells even more painfully at the thoughts running through my head.
I force myself to stop moving toward her and take a long breath.
Fuck this crowd. Fuck the soiree, and fuck the speech I'm supposed to give just as Maxwell finishes his own.
All I want to do is go straight to her, throw her over my shoulder, and find a place where I can tear off that sexy dress of hers and give her something I'm sure she's never had before, not like I can give her anyway.
I don't give a fuck if I would look like a caveman doing it, and I don't care about what all these people would think.
I just want to be near her.
I want to forget about everything aside from her.
I want to know her name.
I want to know everything about her.
I want to hold her tight and never let go.
