Get it together, Liz!
“I’m Elizabeth,” I said. It was an effort not to lean in further to his heat and heady scent. I inhaled the smell of pine, with a faint earthy undertone of musky heat.
“I’m Oliver.” He pulled back a little, spearing me with his gaze.
“What do you do, Oliver?”
He chuckled like I’d missed out on some sort of joke. Was I out of touch when it came to chatting up the opposite sex? I looked over at Cressida for reassurance, but she and Oliver’s friend were gone.
Oliver leaned in again, this time resting a hand on my waist. Heat flared in my core. How was that possible? He was barely even touching me.
“Elizabeth,” he said. “Come sit with me.”
I looked into his eyes, already dark with lust. Could I weather his brand of storm?
There was only one way to find out.
Chapter 4
Oliver
She had curves that could call a sailor to his death, but that didn’t scare me. If anything, she should have been worried about crashing on my rocks. But it was too late for that now.
Her tiny hand wrapped around mine and I led us through the crowd as it parted around me. She watched in awe, flipping her auburn hair over her shoulder, eyes still scanning the dance floor for her friend. Damien had been entranced by the tall blonde since he first saw her. He thought it was fate. I thought it was testosterone.
The bouncer at the entrance to the VIP area nodded and let us through. I continued holding her hand as we ascended the stairs. Her skin was so soft.
“Is your friend meeting us here?” Elizabeth asked at the top of the stairs.
Almost the whole lounge was blocked off from the public eye, and the music was quieter. Muted.
I let out a derisive snort. “I hope not.”
I guided her over to one of the red leather couches in the corner of the room. She sank down onto it, hazel eyes fixed on me. She had such innocent eyes.
“I don’t normally do this,” she admitted.
I sat down, smiling at her. “And what is it you think we’re doing?”
Her eyes bulged. With red cheeks, she answered, “I wasn’t... I didn’t mean…”
God, I loved that. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. But she didn’t quite know how to ask for it.
“Relax, Elizabeth,” I said. “I just wanted to slip away from the crowd.”
Well, that was at least partially true.
She laughed at herself. “I’m such a complete weirdo. This is the second time today this has happened.”
I quirked an eyebrow at her.
“No!” she backpedaled. “I mean I’ve gotten super awkward twice today. The first time was this afternoon.”
She amused me more than I was used to. Normally, around now is when I’d switch the conversation to something a little more bodily. But I was curious about her.
Remember what curiosity did to the cat.
Despite knowing better, I couldn’t help myself. “What happened this afternoon?”
She relaxed back into the couch a little, tilting her head to look at me. Our knees barely brushed, but the electricity between them was palpable. I couldn’t wait to have her.
“I had a job interview,” she replied. Her full lips ticked up into a smile. “I screwed it up. Possibly insulted my interviewer.”
I laughed, genuinely amused.
“So you came out to drown your sorrows?” I rested my hand over hers against the soft leather of the couch, stroking the back of it with my thumb.
“Actually, we came out to celebrate,” she corrected. “Somehow I got the job anyway.”
Of course she did. I didn’t know anything about this girl, but I could already tell she was charming and bright.
“Congratulations,” I said. “In retrospect, perhaps your awkwardness was part of your charm.”
“Do you think it is?” Her cheeks were still a little pink in embarrassment, gaze hovering uncertainly between my eyes and lips. Sweet little lamb.
“Yes,” I replied.
I wanted to take her home. I wanted to spend hours showing her just how captivating I found her. I would make her scream my name over and over again, and when we were done I’d take her again just because I could.
But I was already breaking my own rules.
Never go for the girl who genuinely interests you.
Taking her home on top of that would only lead to more rule breaking, because my other golden rule was that liaisons like that could only ever happen once.
I could already tell that once would not nearly be enough with Elizabeth.
The young beauty furrowed her brow and looked uncertainly around the room. It was a quiet night and it was still early. We were alone in the VIP area. I could see the concern written on her face as she realized what she may have gotten herself into.
“What’s the matter?”
She looked down to where I still stroked her hand. “I don’t usually disappear with random strangers at a club.” She shook her hair, letting it fling forward and off her shoulders.
“What do you normally do?”
She shrugged sheepishly. “Anytime I’ve met a guy at a bar, usually we dance a bit, share a sloppy drunken kiss, then I give him my number and go home to eat pizza alone.”
I laughed. “And how’s that been working for you?”
She winced and waved her hand in the international symbol for “so-so”.
I rose onto my feet and pulled her up. She stumbled in her heels.
“What are you doing?” she asked, staring down at the arm I wrapped around her waist.
I grasped her left hand and pulled her close. “We’re dancing,” I explained.
The electronic beats buzzed through the air, but I made a point to ignore them. We swayed to our own melody.
“This isn’t the kind of dancing I normally do,” Elizabeth said, finally relaxing in my hold. She rested her free hand on my chest. I spun her just so I could feel her rest it there again.
“That’s the point.” I leaned in close, lips skimming her ear. “None of this is going to be like what you normally do.” I moved down to brush the skin just below her ear. “It’s going to be… so much better.”
I felt Elizabeth’s hand bunch in my shirt as I spoke those words. I wanted to give her time to relax, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold off before I had to have her—especially if she kept doing things like that.
My eyes fixed on her plump lips, which were parted, when I pulled away to spin her again. She turned, smiling, and came back to rest against my body like she belonged there.
“So, is this normally the kind of thing you do?” she asked.
I chuckled. “Not exactly. I don’t remember the last time I danced.”
“Me neither.” She glanced down at her feet. “I’m not sure I’m doing it right.”
“You’re definitely not,” I laughed. “But it’s the effort that counts.”
Frank Sinatra crooned in my head, and the next time we were close I closed my eyes and blocked out the rest of the club. It was just me and Elizabeth, this strange girl whose warm body curved perfectly to meet mine. I hadn’t felt that kind of peace in a long time.
“If this is your version of dancing,” Elizabeth murmured. “What’s your version of a sloppy kiss and a phone number?”
My eyes slid open and I untucked my head from above hers. She gazed up at me with a hungry, yet hesitant, expression.
I smiled.
“My version of a phone number is a farewell wish.”
“And your kiss?”
Heat gathered in my groin. Despite that, I found myself wanting to hold her just a bit longer.
Don’t be dumb.
“My kiss is a fuck that leaves you breathless,” I told her. “The only sloppiness you can expect will be when we’re both so lost in the pursuit of pleasure that our lips start to wander.”
Her cheeks flushed with b
lood, but she didn’t say a word. I began to wonder if Elizabeth was having second thoughts. Maybe I read her wrong and came on too strong.
I reached over to cup her chin in my hand. “Elizabeth,” I said. “If you don’t want me, you can leave right now.”
“And what if I do?” she whispered.
“Then you have a decision to make,” I smiled.
I don’t know what I would have done if she’d rejected me. I couldn’t break my rules, not even for her. Especially not for her.
“Leave or stay?”
I chuckled, shaking my head ever so slightly. “No.” I ran my thumb along her lower lip. “Leave or kiss me.”
She seemed to deliberate on it, eyes glancing around the room again. “It’s so open up here.”
“Would you like me to close it?”
“What?” She frowned. “You can do that?”
So innocent. So sweet.
“Of course.” I dropped my hand from her face. “Just say the word.”
I didn’t like the hesitance in her eyes. I wanted to hear from her lips that she wanted this. That she knew what she would be getting into if I had the bouncers close the VIP area. I wanted her to submit to her desires. And mine.
“Yes,” she said finally. “I think a little privacy would be… wise.”
I turned quickly, hiding a grin that I was sure rivaled that of the Cheshire Cat.
Even as I walked over to the bouncer, though, there was a niggling thought at the back of my mind telling me this wasn’t a good idea. There was a reason I didn’t take home girls like Elizabeth.
Nice girls. Sweet girls.
I’d already made her harder to forget than the others. And for my own good, they would all need to be forgotten some time or another.
But I couldn’t have stayed away from Elizabeth if I tried. Even just the thought of cutting the night short sent a wave of frustration over me. She’d tempted me with that sweet body, and I was going to have to take it.
It was one night. What was the worst that could happen?
Chapter 5
Elizabeth
I pictured looking back on this night when I was eighty years old, the memory warming me as the chill of death began to spill in under my door. That night when I was twenty-five and beautiful and crazy, and I had sex with some random guy in the VIP area of a prestigious club without even exchanging last names.
And the memory would start here, with Oliver strolling back across the room toward me, the bass pulsing through the floor and running over my skin like a caress.
My heart hammered in my chest. I watched each step he took toward me.
He was so sure of himself, although I understood why. He commanded attention in a way that Cressida could only dream of. Every nerve in my body sat up and took notice as he slid back down onto the couch.
I worried about how we would progress from here. I’d never done something like this before. But Oliver took control.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling me across his lap.
I gasped at how easily he was able to move me, like I weighed nothing. He turned me to straddle him, our lips mere inches apart.
He was even beautiful up close. Long dark lashes lined his eyes, but even they couldn’t stifle the intensity and raw masculinity of his gaze. I had the feeling I’d fallen down into the wolf’s den.
And I couldn’t wait to be devoured.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer until our chests were flush, then crushed his lips against mine. Heat seared through my veins at the intensity of the kiss. His lips were ruthless and demanding, his tongue darting between my teeth. I moaned in surprise.
I was no virgin. I’d had sex more times than I could count. But I’d never had a first kiss like this. There was no sweetness, no hesitation. He took control of my body, and my mind just tumbled in somewhere along the way.
Oliver’s lips claimed me. He nipped at my lower lip and I sucked in a breath. I shifted on top of him, trying to ease some of the ache building up between my thighs. I was rewarded with a primal growl. He was hard against me already.
His lips dropped to my neck, kissing and sucking as his hands pulled at the top of my dress. The already plunging neckline dipped lower, revealing the top of my bra. He continued downward, pulling me up against him so that he could trail his mouth down to my exposed cleavage.
My dress rode up around my thighs and my butt was probably exposed for the whole world to see, but I didn’t care. I was heady with lust and had the feeling that we were the only two people in this club. In the world. The only two that mattered, anyway.
I’d never done something so spontaneous and daring as this before, never even imagined it, and yet now that I was about to, I couldn’t imagine stopping.
He settled me back on his lap, shifting his hands until they grappled at my breasts. I arched back, lost in the sensation. My skin burned, the only relief I received was where his mouth touched me. But I needed more.
I locked eyes with him. The intensity I found there no longer scared me. I matched it.
“Tell me what you want, kitten,” he commanded, trailing fingers from my breasts to my exposed thigh.
For all my feigned confidence, I couldn’t stifle a gasp as those same fingers inched their way under my skirt.
“Kitten,” he prompted. His voice was stern and sexy. Commanding an answer. Demanding it.
“I want you to touch me,” I breathed.
His eyes lit up and the fire in my belly coiled tighter. I felt sexy and powerful. This was nothing like the awkward first trysts I’d had with boyfriends and lovers over the years.
Oliver captured my mouth again and kissed me fiercely. His rough fingers slid higher under my skirt, finally slipping beneath my panties to stroke my hot core. A shiver of pure pleasure wracked my body as his thumb circled my clit, creating fire just as much as he quenched it.
I still needed more. Would anything ever be enough with him? I wanted to disappear inside his kiss.
He pressed down on my clit and worked a finger inside of me. I arched against him and tipped my head back, urging him forward with my body. He used his free hand to brush my hair from my shoulders before tangling up in it near my skull and gripping tightly.
He owned my body and I loved it.
Teeth bit into the sensitive skin on my neck, skilled fingers continued to slowly thrust inside of me. I admired his restraint. My ass was resting on the physical proof that his desire matched mine, but so far he wasn’t getting any release of his own. It was time to fix that.
I ground down on him, succeeding both in pressing his finger further into me and rubbing myself against his rock hard bulge. His breath came hot against my neck.
“And what do you want?” I whispered in his ear, surprising myself at the grin that spread across my face at the mere thought of what I was about to do.
He nibbled on my earlobe. “I want to fuck you until you scream.”
The involuntary moan that escaped my lips when I heard those words must have pushed him past the point of restraint, because in a few quick movements he shifted me back a little and released his cock from his pants. My mouth was dry with desire at the sight. It jutted up, long and proud, and for a moment I wondered how I was supposed to get it all inside of me.
Oliver produced a foil package from his pocket and sheathed himself as I watched with barely a breath. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted, hovering me over top of him. The head of his cock probed my entrance, already stretching my lips. I wanted more. Needed it. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking the initiative, I pushed down along his hot shaft, inch by inch until our hips met again. He groaned in response, so I rolled my hips to take him further, proving that I could meet his lust with the fire of my own.
We moved together now. His hands pulled me up and I pushed back down, creating a rhythm that sent us both into a feverish frenzy. Our kiss was breathless and clumsy, both of us lost in the moment. I had never felt so wild. I had neve
r felt so filled.
My body sizzled with electricity. The coil in my belly tightened further, pushing me closer and closer to release. I struggled toward it, sweat sticking the hair to the back of my neck. My exposed breasts rose and fell with our movements, and Oliver sucked on them again.
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