over the music.
More than. She nodded and forced her muscles to relax as he led her slowly for the first few steps. He guided her with sure, firm directions from his hand and arm, the front of his thighs brushing against hers as he moved them to the music.
Staring up into his deep blue eyes, she lost sight of everything but him. The music seemed to dim, and the other couples faded into the background. The sexual power radiating from Deke made her mouth go dry. She knew exactly what kind of lover he'd be. Experienced. Dominant. Thorough. The knowledge was enough to make her moan aloud.
She'd never wanted a man this much. Did she have the guts to go after him?
The tantalizing thought took root in her brain while she held his gaze.
Her whole life she'd been independent and practical. Responsible. One night with a near stranger wouldn't undo all of that. She deserved some enjoyment, and she was positive Deke would give her that and more. All the other girls except Bridgette had hooked up with one of the guys already. What was so wrong about her doing the same?
"You keep eating me up with those eyes and I'll forget my manners."
She stilled for a moment, losing her footing, and would have stumbled if he hadn't caught her full length against his body. The unmistakable hard ridge of his erection pressed against her belly. Her sex swelled and dampened in response.
Holding her still as other couples swirled past them, Deke watched her intently. Then he bent his head until he was an inch away from her mouth and his warm breath brushed her lips. “Careful what you wish for, sugar. You might bite off more than you can chew."
She didn't care. She wanted to feel the explosive heat she sensed beneath that controlled exterior. Her lashes fluttered down as she lifted her face toward him. The brush of his lips over hers sent a bolt of heat into her belly, but then he pulled away. Confused, shaken, she stared up at him.
"Bad idea,” he muttered and spun around to tow her back toward the bar.
A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she followed, staring at his broad back. She tugged against his hand, but he didn't let go. He pulled her up to the bar and sat her on the stool she'd left. His eyes glittered with arousal and frustration.
She tried to slide off the stool to put some distance between them, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Let me go,” she snapped.
"We need to talk."
"No, we don't."
He raised her chin up with one finger and fixed her with a hard stare. “Yeah, we do.” Releasing her, he snatched up his beer and tipped his head back on a long swallow. When he looked at her again, she could see the battle raging in his eyes. “I like you, Jess, but this isn't going to work so you need to stay away from me."
More than the warning, the intensity of his deep blue gaze made the breath snag in her throat. She'd sensed this sharp edge to him, but couldn't figure out why it was there. “Why?"
He gave a humorless laugh. “Trust me, I'm not your type."
Her type? He sure as hell was. She tossed her hair back, unsure whether to be insulted or not. “What's my type?"
"Vanilla."
He thought she was a prude, she realized as she stared at him. “You don't know that, because you barely know me."
"I know enough."
She folded her arms across her chest, emboldened at the way his eyes fastened on her breasts beneath her halter-top. “Why should I stay away from you?"
In answer, he set down his beer and moved in close, caging her between him and the bar as he set his hands on either side of her. His gaze raked over her face, down to the cleavage exposed by her filmy blouse before coming back to her eyes and holding there. The naked lust raging in his eyes made her mouth go dry as he bent his head until his lips hovered inches from hers. “Because I like control."
Her nipples instantly tightened inside the lace cups of her bra, and her belly curled in the most delicious way. He'd just taken her hottest
More than. She nodded and forced her muscles to relax as he led her slowly for the first few steps. He guided her with sure, firm directions from his hand and arm, the front of his thighs brushing against hers as he moved them to the music.
Staring up into his deep blue eyes, she lost sight of everything but him. The music seemed to dim, and the other couples faded into the background. The sexual power radiating from Deke made her mouth go dry. She knew exactly what kind of lover he'd be. Experienced. Dominant. Thorough. The knowledge was enough to make her moan aloud.
She'd never wanted a man this much. Did she have the guts to go after him?
The tantalizing thought took root in her brain while she held his gaze.
Her whole life she'd been independent and practical. Responsible. One night with a near stranger wouldn't undo all of that. She deserved some enjoyment, and she was positive Deke would give her that and more. All the other girls except Bridgette had hooked up with one of the guys already. What was so wrong about her doing the same?
"You keep eating me up with those eyes and I'll forget my manners."
She stilled for a moment, losing her footing, and would have stumbled if he hadn't caught her full length against his body. The unmistakable hard ridge of his erection pressed against her belly. Her sex swelled and dampened in response.
Holding her still as other couples swirled past them, Deke watched her intently. Then he bent his head until he was an inch away from her mouth and his warm breath brushed her lips. “Careful what you wish for, sugar. You might bite off more than you can chew."
She didn't care. She wanted to feel the explosive heat she sensed beneath that controlled exterior. Her lashes fluttered down as she lifted her face toward him. The brush of his lips over hers sent a bolt of heat into her belly, but then he pulled away. Confused, shaken, she stared up at him.
"Bad idea,” he muttered and spun around to tow her back toward the bar.
A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she followed, staring at his broad back. She tugged against his hand, but he didn't let go. He pulled her up to the bar and sat her on the stool she'd left. His eyes glittered with arousal and frustration.
She tried to slide off the stool to put some distance between them, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Let me go,” she snapped.
"We need to talk."
"No, we don't."
He raised her chin up with one finger and fixed her with a hard stare. “Yeah, we do.” Releasing her, he snatched up his beer and tipped his head back on a long swallow. When he looked at her again, she could see the battle raging in his eyes. “I like you, Jess, but this isn't going to work so you need to stay away from me."
More than the warning, the intensity of his deep blue gaze made the breath snag in her throat. She'd sensed this sharp edge to him, but couldn't figure out why it was there. “Why?"
He gave a humorless laugh. “Trust me, I'm not your type."
Her type? He sure as hell was. She tossed her hair back, unsure whether to be insulted or not. “What's my type?"
"Vanilla."
He thought she was a prude, she realized as she stared at him. “You don't know that, because you barely know me."
"I know enough."
She folded her arms across her chest, emboldened at the way his eyes fastened on her breasts beneath her halter-top. “Why should I stay away from you?"
In answer, he set down his beer and moved in close, caging her between him and the bar as he set his hands on either side of her. His gaze raked over her face, down to the cleavage exposed by her filmy blouse before coming back to her eyes and holding there. The naked lust raging in his eyes made her mouth go dry as he bent his head until his lips hovered inches from hers. “Because I like control."
Her nipples instantly tightened inside the lace cups of her bra, and her belly curled in the most delicious way. He'd just taken her hottest
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