“I bet he’s coming for you.” I said.
“Nah, it’s you he’s been watching all evening, and…oh my, he’s yummy.” I saw her eyes widen.
“I still think you’re wrong Mel. He’s here for you I bet. Dammit, I need to have a look, at this stud, that has you so wound up.” I started turning. “You need to get laid. You think every man you…” My words trailed off, when I found myself confronted by a trim waist. The lower half of his body was dressed in black jeans, and black boots. He wore a wide belt with a chunky buckle, but I didn’t stop there. A part of me didn’t want to look higher. I was embarrassed, because he may have heard my words to Mel. Still, the urge to see if the rest of him, was as good as what I could see of the bottom half, made it impossible for me to look away.
My eyes slowly continued up over a trim waist, broad chest, wide, really wide shoulders, tanned neck, and then I reached his face.
The first thing I noticed where his lips, full, sensual and presently curved up in a hint of a smile. He was clean shaven, although I saw the dark shadowing over his jaw. A dimple winked enticingly in one cheek, which made my heart flutter. I was a sucker for a nice dimple.
His nose was straight, but it was his eyes, when mine finally met his, that set my heart off like a runaway train. They were brown and normally I’d be kind of ‘blah’ over brown. I was with my own, but on this man, they were like a rich chocolate, and they seemed to suck me in, so it was impossible to look away.
He had beautifully shaped brows too, and I wondered if he had them waxed, or plucked. They were just so perfect, and his eyelashes were indecently long. No man should have lashes like that. It wasn’t fair.
Finally my eyes continued upwards to his hair. It was dark, nearly black, but not quite. He wore it slicked back in a small ponytail, low on the back of his neck.
As I stared at him, one perfect brow arched up, and I saw the corner of his beautiful mouth tip up, making me realise that I’d gone from a curious look, to blatant staring.
“God I’m sorry. You want my friend?” I asked; gesturing vaguely over my shoulder, in what I hoped was Mel’s direction.
“Actually it is you that I came over to see. Would you permit me to dance with you?” His voice was deep with a hint of an accent, or at least I thought there was, from what I could hear, over the noise of the music.
“I well…I…well…I…ok…yes I guess so.” I finally managed to spit the words out, cringing at my pitiful behaviour, in front of this god like creature staring down at me.
I turned to Mel, who was staring at the god, and looking about as star struck as I felt.
He reached out and surprised me, by taking my hand, his grip firm, and his skin warm, as his fingers closed around mine.
As if perfectly orchestrated, the song that had been playing finished, and the next one that started up, was a slow song. I swallowed hard, as if I had a piece of week old bread stuck in my throat, as the god pulled me into his arms. One arm wrapped around my waist, where I could feel the heat of his fingers spread out, over the lacing of the corset top of my dress. He still held my hand in his other one, but he moved it, so it was positioned between our bodies, resting against his chest.
I’m pretty sure my heart executed a perfect backflip behind my breast, being this close to this stunning creature. He began to move in time to the music, his movements fluid and strangely sensual.
I don’t think he was trying to be sensual, or dance sexy. It seemed to be a natural thing for him, and I knew I’d be gone, if I stayed in this man’s arms too long.
Mel and I had made a pact before we left home, that we wouldn’t pick up any men tonight. I had to shake my head at the cruel twist of fate, that had delivered this perfect example of the male species to me, and me not be able to do anything with him, should the situation arise at all.
I turned my head, and met my friend’s eyes. She was to one side, and partially behind him, her eyes nearly popping out of her head, as she gave him the once over, from the back. I could only assume, that her reaction meant, he looked just as good from the back, as he did from the front.
As we slow danced, my mind was filled with a thousand questions, but it was so loud in the club, and this was not the time or place to speak. For now, I just wanted to feel, and holy fuck, I was enjoying the feel. Of course, as our bodies shifted against one another, I had to rein in my desire to run my hands over him. Hell, I didn’t want to just touch the man; I wanted to wrap my body around him like a second skin.
Of course I didn’t, although it took all my self-control not to do it. I did raise my head though, and as subtly as possible, pressed my nose into the side of his neck, breathing deeply. God, the man smelled divine. There should be a law against a member of the opposite sex, being this incredibly sexy.
With every brush of his thighs against me, and with every touch of our bodies, I felt my resolve weakening.
“I will not invite this man home with me. I will not invite this man home with me.” I began the mantra in my head, as I struggled to block out his touch, smell, everything about him that had me, nearly in a puddle of need at his feet.
When the music finally stopped, I hastily extracted myself from his arms. No way in hell, would I be able to get through, another few minutes in his arms.
In my frantic haste, to extract myself from his highly addictive touch, I stumbled, and realised that I was about to add the ultimate humiliation to this evening; I was about fall flat on my ass.
Knowing me and my luck, that would mean legs up in the air, flashing my wares at the man. He was seriously hot and the reality of it all was, I wanted nothing more than to be on my back, legs spread as far as I could spread them, but not like this. Not sprawled out on the dance floor, surrounded by other people dancing.
Before I could put into motion the humiliating scene playing out in my head, I felt a strong arm circle my waist, and my backwards momentum was halted. Instead I found myself being propelled forward so fast, I stumbled again on my high heels, cursing my natural clumsiness.
I slammed into a chest that was so hard, it was like hitting concrete. He must work out like a mother fucker, to be so heavily muscled.
I expected the non-green version of the Incredible Hulk, who stood before me, and who had saved my less than dignified tumble to the dance floor, to keep me upright this time too. When in actual fact he stumbled backwards, probably due to me crashing against him, with all the elegance of a Mack truck, I was surprised when I felt us beginning to fall.
It seemed it was too late to stop it. The inevitable was happening. We were going down, and not in a good, sexual way. On our way down, I did see the crowds of dancers around us, turn to witness our fall, and not one person jumped forward to try and save us. If anything it was like the parting of the Red Sea, with everyone hastily stepping sideways, to give us a clear, uninterrupted patch of dancefloor to land on.
Even with the gorgeous stranger to cushion my fall, it still jolted me when we landed. That was probably because there didn’t seem to be anything soft on that man at all. He was hard, glorious, muscle on muscle all the way down his body. I knew this, because I was practically adhered to him, and could feel every one of those incredible muscles.
This might have been fun, had we not been sprawled out on a crowded dancefloor. A bed and no clothing between us, not to mention all the people around us, gone, would have really sweetened the deal.
Chapter Two
We lay there, probably beyond what might be considered a normal time, and still we continued to lie there, sprawled out on the dance floor, until we got into kind of creepy, been there too long, time.
My startled eyes met his, and I saw something flare in their beautiful chocolate brown depths. His lips parted as he drew in some much needed air, and I realised that he was panting slightly, as if out of breath.
Still we lay there, staring at one another. I made no effort to get up, even though the people around us had obviously decided we weren’t so interest
ing anymore, and had gone back to dancing.
Finally I wiggled a bit, in an effort to get him to release me, so I could try and stand up, although I was already stressing about how dignified that would be, in my tightly laced corset dress and high heels. Actually thinking about my dress, suddenly made me conscious, that the girls may have made an effort to escape, the confines of the bodice, after my unscheduled tumble to the floor.
I tried to lift the top half of my body off the wall of muscle I lay on, and gave a sigh of relief, when I saw that there had not been any booby from bodice breakout, as a result of my fall.
I squirmed again, knowing it was time to do this. I had to peel myself off this gorgeous man, and stand up. It was only as I wiggled once more, that I realised another muscle had come into play, on my less than soft human pillow.
Something had definitely come up between us, and my guess was, he was happy to see me, not that he had a gun in his pocket. Knowing that he was getting hard under me, didn’t do much to strengthen my resolve, not to drag him home with me, and literally fuck the man’s brains out. It was taking everything I had, not to strip him naked and mount up right now, regardless of our location and audience.
I made one more desperate bid for freedom, before I did the very thing, my body was screaming at me to do, and fucked him. It wasn’t working though. It seemed the more I struggled, the tighter his arm around my waist became.
“Stop struggling.” He said; his deep voice and that trace of an accent, instantly making me freeze. Dammit I was doomed, doomed to spend my days, lusting after what was probably, the finest looking male, I’d ever seen. How could a voice instantly have me wet? Seriously, it was unfair, that not only was he sexy as sin to look at, and smelled divine, but he also sounded incredibly sexy when he spoke. His voice should be licenced and sold as a guaranteed aphrodisiac.
“We can’t lie here all night.” I hissed, suddenly desperate to get up off the floor, before he learned of the shame taking place inside my panties.
“I can’t get up, because your constant fidgeting, has given me a hard on.” He tilted his hips up subtly, so no one else would notice, but I sure as hell did. “Once we get up, I don’t want you to run away. I would like to get to know you.”
I listened to that sinfully sexy voice wash over me, and marvelled at how he could make everything going on around us, the dancers, the music, everything, fade when he spoke.
I lifted my head to the crowds around us, and met Mel’s eyes. I could see the questions in them, and I rolled my eyes at her.
“I need to get up. My friend is wondering what the hell we’re doing.” I told the God below me.
I continued to lie on top of him, for a few more moments while people danced around us, and the lights flashed through their kaleidoscope of colours above us.
I couldn’t seem to look away from those rich brown eyes, and yet I knew I had to snap out of it, and get the hell up. I glanced around briefly, as if trying to mentally summon a bucket of ice water to throw over me, since I figured it was probably going to take something like that, to make me move.
Finally I turned back to him, and tried not to let myself get sucked in, by those eyes and that face again.
“Very well, but you will need to get off me first.” He said, and I breathed a sigh of relief, when my brain and body seemed to reconnect, long enough for me to scoot off him, as quickly as possible. Before I could do some totally undignified and probably not particularly ladylike, scramble to my feet, he leapt to his, with way more grace, than I would have expected someone of his size to have.
A large hand, appeared in front of my nose, and carefully I slipped my smaller one into his, and allowed him to pull me to my feet. I immediately tried to step back, but he wouldn’t release his grip on my hand, and instead turned, and began to push his way through the crowds, until we were off the dance floor.
Once he had me off the dance floor, he didn’t stop, and continued walking, until we’d left the disco area of the club, and had moved to a considerably quieter room.
I turned in time to see that Mel was trotting along after us, and seemed slightly out of breath, when we all finally stopped.
The lighting was much harsher in this particular room. It was brighter from a mix of overhead lights, and several wall mounted lights, positioned next to tables and oversized stuffed chairs.
My eyes shot up to the man who’d forced me to follow him, and I think a part of me had hoped, that once I saw him under brighter lighting, that I would find him nowhere near as attractive, as he’d been under the dim lighting of the disco.
I silently groaned, when my startled eyes met the warm brown of his. Of course he was just as gorgeous in the light, as he’d been in the near dark, and I found it almost impossible to tear my gaze from his.
I finally managed to do so when reality struck me. I’d been dancing, sweating, yes, I sweated, not perspired, and I’d spent some time, rolling around on this fine looking man on the dancefloor. My guess was; the end result of makeup, music, dancing and a tumble to the floor would not have been kind to me. At the very least I’d have racoon eyes, but more than likely my messy bun, would look more like a bird’s nest had exploded on my head.
Self-consciously, I tried to smooth a hand over my hair, but only succeeded in snagging my fingers in the tangle, I had pinned on top of my head.
“Let me.” That deep voice spoke quietly, making me jump, and my eyes shot to his, in time to see a hand coming out towards me. His fingers delved into my hair, and with surprising efficiency and gentleness, he removed the few clips holding it up. It tumbled down over my shoulders, and again his fingers disappeared into it, combing through it. When he was obviously satisfied, he removed his hand, and I let the breath, I hadn’t realised I was holding, out with a noisy whoosh.
“Thank you.” I mumbled at him, suddenly unsure where to look, or what to do next. My indecision wasn’t improved by the distraction of my best friend, standing out of his sights, waving her arms and mouthing something at me. I had no idea what she was trying to say or do, but she looked like a dying fish out of water, mouth opening and closing while trying to direct an orchestra. That in itself was ridiculous of course, as fish couldn’t direct an orchestra.
“Please, what is your name? You are a beautiful woman, and I would very much like to put a name, to your stunning face.” Again his voice drew my attention. Hearing his words, and seeing the intensity of the expression on his face, sent my heart off, on an erratic skip across my chest. It wasn’t just his voice though; it was that trace of an accent that did it for me.
“Grace, my name is Grace.” I laughed, a little embarrassed. “It’s kind of ironic really, that my parents chose to call me Grace. As you have probably already guessed, I am far from graceful.”
He lifted a hand to me again, and trailed his fingers down my cheek. At his touch, I felt the skin burn, as if on fire, from the contact with my cheek. I swallowed, and fought not to show, the affect he was having on me. This was crazy. I didn’t know him. I didn’t even know his name, and yet he was having a profound effect on me.
“What is your surname Grace? Please, do not be shy with me. I would like to get to know you better.”
I stared up at him, trapped by those chocolate eyes of his, and broke one of my hard and fast rules, by whispering to him. “Cameron.”
As soon as the word left my lips I gasped. What the hell was I doing? I never gave a man my surname. I didn’t want to risk having some jerk hassling me, and who could track me down through my name. So this gorgeous, god like creature standing before me, staring down like I was his new favourite toy, was not a jerk. Well, he didn’t look like one at least, but still, I’d broken one of my own rules, by giving him my full name.
Hopefully he wouldn’t smile at me, or I’d be giving him my address, phone number and bank account details next.
“It is a great honour to meet you Grace Cameron.” His eyes were warm, a light blazing in them, that caused my stomach to
flutter in response.
I almost sagged, when his gaze left mine, and shifted to Mel. Obviously she too felt the impact of his intense gaze, because she looked like she was going to pass out on the spot. She began to glow. If it was possible for a human being to start glowing, Mel had discovered how.
Watching colour flood her cheeks, I couldn’t help it; I rolled my eyes at her reaction. I knew it was hypercritical of me to react like that, after literally ending up on the floor with this man, but given our resolve earlier to not let a man affect us, or sway us, neither of us, were doing too well at it so far.
“And who might you be?” He asked her, and I thought Mel was going to end up on the floor, at his feet. What was it with the way he spoke? I had to find out where he was from originally. His accent was very sexy, and I’m sure it would be enough to have panties disappearing off women, the moment he opened his mouth and spoke. In fact I bet he left a pile of broken hearts, salivating women, and smouldering panties wherever he went.
I was so busy letting my imagination run away with me, that I didn’t notice straight away that Mel and Mr Panty Melter, had fallen silent, and were both staring at me.
I blushed, and struggled to get my head focused on them again. He was probably thinking I was either unstable, or an idiot at this point; a really clumsy, unstable idiot.
“So are you going to tell us your name?” Mel got in before I had a chance to, and I shot her a brief smile. Her brain had obviously kicked back into action, quicker than mine. It must have been that time spent lying on the man, on the dance floor that had delayed me returning to regular brain activity.
Mr Tall, Dark and Ridiculously Handsome, turned those eyes to me again, and I actually staggered back a step. This was getting crazy now. How did any woman function around this man? Was he aware of it, or did he just assume all women were not of sound mind, because they probably all reacted the same way, when standing before that much, excessive gorgeousness.
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