Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
He found a small table close to the dance floor. They started out watching the other patrons but eventually, she made her way into the crowd, immediately meeting a bunch of women her age celebrating a bachelorette party, and they took her into their group. He, on the other hand, remained at a table near the parquet dance floor, attempting to keep an eye on her through the flashing fluorescent lights and the movement around her. Watching her sway to the music wasn’t a hardship and he leaned back, nursing a beer.
After a while, Samantha sashayed over to him and braced her hands on his shoulders. “Come dance with me,” she said loudly, asking for the umpteenth time.
“I’ll tell you what.” He, too, raised his voice to be heard over the music. He clasped his hands on her waist and reminded himself she was drunk and he was a gentleman.
“What?” Her pretty navy eyes sparkled with amusement.
“I will dance…” he began.
“Oooh good!” She clapped her hands, reminding him of her intoxicated state.
“But not until they play slow music and stop flashing those damned distracting lights.” Which meant, he wouldn’t be getting on the dance floor this evening. No matter how much he wanted to feel her curvy body against his, the beat, the lights, and the atmosphere weren’t his thing.
She bent low, giving him a perfect view down her cleavage inside her top. Soft mounds of tanned flesh teased him and he groaned, aware nobody would hear him over the music.
Forcing himself to look up, he met her gaze, those heavy-lidded eyes locking on his lips. His dick reacted, thickening in his pants with one goal in mind. Not happening, he reminded himself.
“I bet I can convince you,” Samantha said, her mouth way too close.
Before he could react, soft and eager lips met his. This woman had starred in his dreams since their first kiss. It had been easier to tell himself he’d put their interlude behind him when there was no chance of them being together. Now, he grasped onto this one kiss because one was all it could be. She was too drunk to know what she really wanted and on the rebound from her jerk ex.
But a kiss she’d remember in the morning? That, he could give her. Swiping his tongue over her lips, he caught a tangy hint of cranberry along with the vodka in her spritzer but he got a bigger taste of Samantha.
He clamped his hand behind her neck, holding her in place as he took over, gliding his tongue against hers. She moaned, the sound reverberating through him, and suddenly the lights and irritating sounds faded into the background. All he could focus on was Samantha, her plush lips and delectable taste, and his body thrummed with a need that wouldn’t be satisfied tonight.
But he wasn’t thinking about himself. Why would he when Samantha had lowered herself onto his lap, her breasts pressed into his chest? She rocked against his hard cock and he swallowed a curse. This was not happening here. In fact, this wasn’t happening at all, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
He removed his hand from behind her neck, giving her hair a tug, and receiving a shuddering moan into his mouth in return. Instead of slipping his hand beneath her skirt and gliding his fingers over her wet pussy the way he wanted to, he cupped her face between his hands and ended their kiss.
Her eyes were glazed with the same desire that flared inside him but he couldn’t do anything about it in a room full of people. Not with this woman. Before he could explain why he’d stopped, someone called her name.
They both looked as the group of bachelorette party women made their way toward them.
“Sam, come dance!” one of them yelled over the music.
Sam? He didn’t have to mull over the nickname to know a man’s version of her name didn’t suit her. Elegant and unique, she was Samantha.
She looked over her shoulder at the women, then back at him, obviously torn. Probably because her new friends didn’t appear to be leaving without taking her with them to the dance floor.
He slid his finger over her damp bottom lip. “Go. Have fun. I’ll be right here waiting.”
She waltzed off, hips swaying, and with his dick hard, he settled in to watch her.
An hour later, he’d decided they’d both had enough. Getting her to leave was no easy feat, so he scooped her into his arms and carried her out as she waved to her new friends and promised to keep in touch.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Samantha nestled into the plush seat on the jet with the hangover of all hangovers. Her head pounded and her mouth tasted like cotton, reminding her of the nights she overdid it in college. She’d had some embarrassing moments back then, but none came close to what she’d done with Dex last night.