gaze moves over my legs again.
“Your dress is too damn short.”
I immediately try to pull it down to cover more of my thighs, but it’s impossible, so I stop myself.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think the length of my dress is really any of your business.” Really, what does my dress length have to do with him?
I don’t think he likes my response because his eyes narrow and he has that predator look on his face again. I feel like I’m some tasty morsel he’s ready to take a bite out of. He looks me up and down, taking histime, examining every inch of me. If he’s trying to make me nervous, he’s succeeding.
“I always get what I want, Sophie.”
I feel a jolt through my body. I know he’s warning me or maybe even commanding me, but God, hearing a man sound so confident is the biggest turn-on ever. I dare myself to reply.
“How would you like me to respond to that?”
“However you like.” There’s a definite edge to his voice.
I hold my breath and watch him throw the cigar out into the sand and step toward me. Oh my God, he’s coming close. He’s invading my space. Moving in all around me. His body, his fiery strength, wraps around me like a protective shield against the world. Before I know it, his hand cups my face and he leans into me. I feel the heat move through my body again.
Electricity.
An inner pull. Whatever you want to call it. I’m just drawn to this man in every way. I don’t understand it, but there’s something about him that calls to me on a primal level. That’s the only justification I have for allowing him to get so close to me so fast. I want him to touch me. I want him near me. My body craves it, calls out to his in a dance as ancient as time.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” His lips, a breath away from mine, whisper like a soft kiss in the wind.
I’m incapable of speech or movement. I’m addicted to the look and feel of him. I’ve never wanted anything more. He leans in and I’m flush against him, so close that I can almost taste the sweet softness of his lips. I want him so bad it almost hurts. His hand cups the side of my face and I’m literally imprisoned by his grip. His hands move up my cheeks and through my hair, pulling it back softly until my lips are turned up for him to take.
He stares down at me, our eyes intertwined as we just gaze at one another. It is the most intimate and intense feeling I’ve ever had. I could stay like this forever.
My hands move of their own accord and grasp his upper arms. My lips part. I can’t comprehend the feeling I have in his arms or the sense of fulfillment I know this man will give me, but for once in my adult life, I just gowith it and trust my instincts. Haven’t all the books I’ve read taught me to believe in what my soul knows?
For whatever it’s worth, I know in my very depths that he was meant to come into my life. He calls to me. If it’s the alcohol that gives me the extra courage, I don’t know. His lips softly brush against mine.
I feel energy surge through my blood and suddenly my entire body is on fire. Erik is right. From one single brush of his lips, not even a deep kiss, I know that Erik is so right. This man is completely X-rated, not even R. Straight up X. And I want every last bit of it.
“Clayton? Clayton?” Eduard calls out as he comes into view. I jerk away from Clayton’s arms, completely mortified.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I’m mortified. I can’t look either of them in the eye. What must Eduard think of me?
Many colorful nouns come to mind.
Hussy. Ho. Tramp.
“No, you weren’t interrupting! I was just heading back to the table.” I know I’m bright red and I need to get away. Clayton’s hand reaches out and grabs mine, stopping me from going anywhere.
“We’ll walk back together.” He doesn’t ask me. He commands. I’m all for women’s lib, but I have to admit that the way he sort of just takes control of everything is a
“Your dress is too damn short.”
I immediately try to pull it down to cover more of my thighs, but it’s impossible, so I stop myself.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think the length of my dress is really any of your business.” Really, what does my dress length have to do with him?
I don’t think he likes my response because his eyes narrow and he has that predator look on his face again. I feel like I’m some tasty morsel he’s ready to take a bite out of. He looks me up and down, taking histime, examining every inch of me. If he’s trying to make me nervous, he’s succeeding.
“I always get what I want, Sophie.”
I feel a jolt through my body. I know he’s warning me or maybe even commanding me, but God, hearing a man sound so confident is the biggest turn-on ever. I dare myself to reply.
“How would you like me to respond to that?”
“However you like.” There’s a definite edge to his voice.
I hold my breath and watch him throw the cigar out into the sand and step toward me. Oh my God, he’s coming close. He’s invading my space. Moving in all around me. His body, his fiery strength, wraps around me like a protective shield against the world. Before I know it, his hand cups my face and he leans into me. I feel the heat move through my body again.
Electricity.
An inner pull. Whatever you want to call it. I’m just drawn to this man in every way. I don’t understand it, but there’s something about him that calls to me on a primal level. That’s the only justification I have for allowing him to get so close to me so fast. I want him to touch me. I want him near me. My body craves it, calls out to his in a dance as ancient as time.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” His lips, a breath away from mine, whisper like a soft kiss in the wind.
I’m incapable of speech or movement. I’m addicted to the look and feel of him. I’ve never wanted anything more. He leans in and I’m flush against him, so close that I can almost taste the sweet softness of his lips. I want him so bad it almost hurts. His hand cups the side of my face and I’m literally imprisoned by his grip. His hands move up my cheeks and through my hair, pulling it back softly until my lips are turned up for him to take.
He stares down at me, our eyes intertwined as we just gaze at one another. It is the most intimate and intense feeling I’ve ever had. I could stay like this forever.
My hands move of their own accord and grasp his upper arms. My lips part. I can’t comprehend the feeling I have in his arms or the sense of fulfillment I know this man will give me, but for once in my adult life, I just gowith it and trust my instincts. Haven’t all the books I’ve read taught me to believe in what my soul knows?
For whatever it’s worth, I know in my very depths that he was meant to come into my life. He calls to me. If it’s the alcohol that gives me the extra courage, I don’t know. His lips softly brush against mine.
I feel energy surge through my blood and suddenly my entire body is on fire. Erik is right. From one single brush of his lips, not even a deep kiss, I know that Erik is so right. This man is completely X-rated, not even R. Straight up X. And I want every last bit of it.
“Clayton? Clayton?” Eduard calls out as he comes into view. I jerk away from Clayton’s arms, completely mortified.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
I’m mortified. I can’t look either of them in the eye. What must Eduard think of me?
Many colorful nouns come to mind.
Hussy. Ho. Tramp.
“No, you weren’t interrupting! I was just heading back to the table.” I know I’m bright red and I need to get away. Clayton’s hand reaches out and grabs mine, stopping me from going anywhere.
“We’ll walk back together.” He doesn’t ask me. He commands. I’m all for women’s lib, but I have to admit that the way he sort of just takes control of everything is a
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