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At that heated second our eyes locked. I’d never seen such power in a single look from a man in my entire life. While there was the same anger in them, a heavy weighted darkness that was indiscernible, there was also a reflection of explosive passion. He dared take a step away, allowing his gaze to fall all the way to my stilettos before ever so slowly lifting them to my eyes once again where they remained for several seconds. My thudding heart beat in time to the seconds ticking off, rattling me even more than I’d been before.
I sucked in my breath, prepared to hold it for the duration of his heated stare. Then he did something without warning that would keep me awake for the entire night.
He wrapped the same hand around my throat, planting his thumb under my chin and lifting. While he didn’t squeeze as if threatening me in any way, his hold even gentle for a beast of a man like him, I sensed he was well aware he was in full control.
While he pulled me closer, he also closed the distance between us, peering down at me as if I was nothing more than his prey.His scent was stronger than before, pheromones infusing the electric vibrations trolling through my body. The pulse pounding in the side of his neck drew my attention. Then I realized the thick cords running down the side were as ripped as the rest of him.
He lowered his head until our lips were only centimeters apart and for a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe at all, the intoxication spreading to complete paralysis in my muscles. It was not only because of the heated look in his eyes but because I longed for him to kiss me. Imagine that. I was hoping that a stranger who’d almost made mincemeat out of a man’s arm would crush his lips over mine.
They were delicious lips that he moistened with a single flick of his tongue. And when he spoke, I was floored by the richness of his tone even if I had no clue what he’d said to me.
“Quand je prends une femme aussi belle que toi comme ma possession, je ne prendrai jamais le cadeau pour acquis, offrant des nuits sans fin de passion heureuse. Car les femmes sont précieuses à tous points de vue, satisfaisant les besoins les plus primaires qu’un homme puisse avoir.”
Every bit of air was sucked out of my lungs as he did what I’d wanted him to do seconds before. He captured my mouth, holding our lips in place. There was no rush, no sense of urgency at first, just a telling statement of the passion already shared between us. Still, I was floored by the intensity of his hold, the way he brushed his thumb back and forth under my chin as he tightened his fingers around my neck.
The action was entirely too possessive, but I was drawn into him, my mind spinning with ungodly possibilities, unbridled desire rushing into my already overheated core. There was somethingabout his hold on me, both mentally and physically, that was perversely satisfying, and I honestly had no clue as to why.
I found myself pressing my hand against his chest, digging my nails into his shirt, wishing I could slide my fingers under the thin material. But I feared the tips of my fingers would be permanently seared, scarred to the point touching anyone else would be impossible. Every move he made from that second on highlighted the urgency I hadn’t sensed before, including the way he wrapped his other arm around me, pulling my stomach against the hardness of his cock, which was throbbing.
As with everything else about the mystery man, he was controlling, grinding his hips back and forth, telling me in no uncertain terms that he was in near desperate need. I couldn’t breathe or think when he finally thrust his tongue past my lips, exploring the darkness inside my mouth as his eyes had done to my very soul.
It wasn’t right to be this aroused by a stranger. I’d been taught passion was developed and nurtured through friendship and love. It would seem my mother was wrong about that. I remained tingling all over, my nipples aching from how swollen they’d become. It was as if the room was spinning all around us, a whirlwind of our hunger spiraling out of control.
When he finally broke the kiss, I remained completely lightheaded, fearful I’d stumble if he let me go right now. I hadn’t realized I’d dragged my tongue across my lower lip until his eyes fell to the seductive gesture. “What did you say to me?” I heard the stilted tone in my voice and cringed.
“I said that when I take a woman as beautiful as you as my possession, I will never take the gift for granted, providingendless nights of blissful passion. For women are precious in every way, satisfying the most primal needs a man can have.”
“Oh.” Oh? No man had ever tongue tied me before, including the recent pig.
“And made no mistake,cherie. You will belong to me when the time is right.” As if to reiterate the point, he dropped his head once again, pressing his face into my neck. The moment I felt his teeth against my skin, I shuddered, my eyes involuntarily closing. His words weren’t just possessive in nature. They highlighted his control. And a predatory obsession.
Should I feel flattered or terrified?
At that moment I felt the scruff of his beard scratching my skin, something I’d hated before.
Not any longer. Right now, I thought the sensations had to be the sexiest thing imaginable. Suddenly, there was a surprising coldness from the air wafting across my heated body. When I opened my eyes seconds later, I wasn’t entirely certain I hadn’t imagined the entire thing.
He was gone, his searing touch still lingering yet I felt an absolute loss, a sadness reverberating through every cell, every muscle.
Yet when I lifted my head, I noticed he was once again staring at me from across the bar. Only this time, I had no doubt he’d undressed me with his eyes, tearing apart the good girl armor I’d used for my entire adult life.
And dear God, I wanted him to undress me in real life.
After giving me one last explosive look, he walked away, sauntering toward the dark entrance to the bar as if he had all the time in the world.
“Whew.” I pressed my fingers across my lips, taking a deep breath before attempting to return to the bar, able to make it onto the seat without making a fool of myself any more than I had.
I let out the breath I’d been holding, realizing the bartender had placed a fresh drink in front of me. When he grinned and winked, I had to wonder how much of a display I’d made of myself. At least no one from my office should be inside the hotel at this time of night.
Or so I hoped.
I polished off the single drink, pulling out my phone and daring to text Jenny.
Remind me to never listen to you again.
I didn’t wait for her to reply, knowing the kind of hell she’d give me for not getting his name. I was instantly driven into a piss-poor mood all over again, realizing I’d had the best kiss of my entire life and I’d been so damn befuddled by the man that I hadn’t thought to get his name. There was something significantly wrong with me.
That would be the gorgeous man who’d stared me down with lust in his eyes.
