“You clean up nice.”
“You are simply stunning.” He stands back to drink me in.
I feel vulnerable as his eyes scan me up and down.
“Your curves are perfect—just enough.”
“Thanks,” I say and watch him as a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. His eyes are hungry and twinkle like the electric city below us.
“I’m really sorry it took me so long.” He goes into apology mode, genuinely looking sorrowful for making me wait around for him to come back.
“It’s no big deal.” I wave a hand dismissively.
As he slowly approaches me, my breath catches in my throat and I freeze in place for a moment, unable to move from the chemistry swirling around us like a magnet.
“No, really…I’m so sorry,” he whispers and breathes into my neck as he leans in.
His cologne is sexy, his tuxedo suit does him incredible favors, and it’s totally affecting me.
As I stare up at him, I feel a warm and tingly sensation run through my body like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. “It’s okay,” I whisper back. “I know you have to be an impeccable host to your guests.”
I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding in my chest.
“You’re one of my guests, too,” he says with a grin, and takes another step closer to me.
“Yes…” I trail off, breathing heavily.
“So, I need to make sure you are completely satisfied, too.”
“Oh?” I question him mock-innocently, but I have a feeling, based on his sexual innuendo, that I know exactly what he’s referring to.
“It’s true.” He takes his index finger and thumb and brushes them softly against my cheek, then pulls my hair off my neck. “Now that I’m certain everyone out there feels entertained enough, it’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?” I’m nearly panting now.
The room closes in on me. For right now it’s only me and Owen in existence, in the whole fucking world.
“To feel good,” he responds and wraps his arms around my waist.
He’s muscular and strong and I instantly melt into his arms.
“I do feel good,” I say and smile up at him.
“Your night’s about to get even better,” he says excitedly and moves away, back towards a nearly hidden alcove, where he closes us off from the party by pulling a velvet curtain closed, leaving us tucked away in a private VIP lounge.
We’re alone, but surrounded by people at the same time. It’s private, intimate and sexy, but knowing everyone else is right outside gives me an even bigger sensation of arousal. I’m already fucking soaking wet in anticipation.
“Come here,” he says in a whisper.
My legs have a mind of their own, and I walk slowly towards him, the force emanating from him so strong that it’s pulling me to him without me even thinking.
When I reach him, he gently twirls me around. “You are so fucking sexy, you know that, right?” He looks at me as if he expects me to answer.
“If you think so,” I say.
The next thing I know his breath is icy cool against my neck, sending shivers of erotic pleasure up my spine.
The room goes blurry for a moment as I realize what’s happening. His hands are all over me, frantic with desire as he unzips the back of my dress.