by Cindy Stark
Not that she wanted to.
It was obvious he wanted her, as well. Could she allow herself a wild and passionate fling? One hot night in Cabo? Recreational sex could be a good thing if handled properly. Right?
Just as the song ended, he dipped her low and held her suspended. She was completely vulnerable in his arms, and he stole a long, slow look down her body before his gaze met hers once again. He lifted her up and pulled her close. He pressed her hand to his chest, his other hand resting provocatively on her low back.
Her insides burned with need. She dropped her gaze to his lips. She wanted to taste the man who'd whisked her headfirst into his sensuous world.
But he didn't kiss her.
She looked back to his eyes, happy to find them still smoldering. The music switched to a slow, sultry tune, and he began to move, still holding her tight against him. Her hips swayed with the music, with him, their thighs practically joined. Pleasure tingled through her breasts as she pressed them against his chest.
He looked to her lips and then back to her eyes, but still did not kiss her. A hint of promise tugged at the corner of his mouth.
What was he waiting for?
She licked her lips, tasting salt from the ocean air. Was he toying with her? "What are you doing?"
His smile grew wider as though he knew how he affected her. "I'm dancing with you."
"That's not what I meant."
He arched his brows. "Then I don't understand your question."
She studied his face, his knowing smile. Oh, he knew. She had already recognized he was a player…but what did she care? She wanted to play, too. In fact, that might be kind of fun, taking the lead, being the seducer. The idea of it empowered her. "I think you're trying to get me into your bed."
"No." He twirled her and pulled her close again. The heat between them magnified as their bodies met. "I'm just making sure you have a nice evening, remember? I promised."
The hard length of him pressing against her told her otherwise. She smiled, enjoying the game. She moved her hips, bumping him in all the right places, keeping her expression innocent. "I just want to be clear on that point, because I wouldn't want to give you the wrong impression."
He curved his lips in a sensuous smile. "No. No wrong impressions here." He traced a slow circle on the small of her back with his finger. Every nerve ending stood at attention, each begging for his touch. The shift from predator to hunted was subtle, but she knew she'd lost her edge.
She needed to cool down, to regain her composure. She wanted to control this seduction. Wanted to see this player on his knees. She smiled. Maybe literally.
Elena stood on her tiptoes, purposefully rubbing her breasts against his chest as she leaned close to his ear. "You haven't told me your name," she whispered, sliding back down. A good offense was always the best defense.
"It's Joe," he said in a soft voice. "And your name is Elena."
For a moment, his answer gave her pause, and then she remembered he'd overheard her earlier conversation.
She leaned in close again. "Well, Joe, it's too hot in here. I need some air."
Elena turned and walked away, resisting the urge to see if he followed. He would. He wanted her, and it felt good. Grownup seduction was much more fun than her teenage exploits.
Mercedes caught her eye as she neared the doorway. Her friend smiled, giving her a thumbs-up. Elena returned her smile, thinking for the first time that Mercedes might actually be right. Already she felt more alive than she had in years.
Yes, she did need a wild night with a hot man.
About the Author
Cindy Stark lives with her family and her own dog named Boo in a small town shadowed by the Rocky Mountains. She currently writes romantic suspense, contemporary romances, and young adult paranormals.
To find more books by Cindy, visit her website at www.cindystark.weebly.com
